This is a song about "Two lips"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Lady at the frank stand will

Your sexy lips so gentle

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips