This is a song about "Bag in the cup"

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Get carried away in a body bag

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Chewing and spitting rhymes like grizzly, spit cup in my hand stiffly,

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

See, sometimes we all need a little whiskey in our cup

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

Slow and steady wins this race

Henny in my cup don't need no chase