This is a song about "Want to kiss sometime"

Don't want to go to hell

Shows to do, got record to sell

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

There ain't no way to kiss me goodbye

We was high school peers, in junior high

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

But no girls wanted to teach me how to kiss

And your gona want a kiss

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Hold it..now thank you for silence

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Live the way you want to

No soup for you