This is a song about "3 teaspoons 1 tablespoon 16 tablespoons 1 cup 2 cups 1 pint 2 pints 1 quart 4 quarts 1 gallon 1 stick butter cup 8 fluid ounces 1 cup"

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

So we here to the blow the candle out, 1, 2, 3, ha,

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

You gone make me flip then split your shit

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

1, 2, 3, or 4 times wit a fine chick, show her ya magic trick *flick*

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break