This is a song about "Best soup"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a smarter statement than that.

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

It was the best of the best rules//

Drowning in the political soup

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Never ever pay rent

Can't handle us at our best

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

Best be prepared for the outlaws

So i banged for a minute

Slurp you up like wonton soup

You bitch, those were the best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Man saturday mornings was the best

But i can only love you when you undressed