This is a song about "Butter cup"

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

I know you're mad, but so what

With some weed and a cup

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

It will forever sip from it's cup

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her