This is a song about "Bear table cup"

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

With some weed and a cup

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

That means two, between me and you

I set a table for two

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

It will forever sip from it's cup

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup