This is a song about "2 girls 1 cup"

Feeling like he was living in a ditsy cup.. (ditsy cup..)

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Fuck 1 2 3 syllables im resurrecting multis from cardiopulmonary arrest,

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Ugh, 1 nug, 2 nug, 3 nug, 4, i just want to blow colors,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

I am a depressed child when aint gotta fuckin gram, but i smoke that's just who the fuck i am

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake