This is a song about "Brazil world cup"

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

I'm all out of beer someone fill up my cup

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Now i'm in brazil,i'm a bodyguard

A working genius, a work of art

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup