This is a song about "Canley cup"

But you know what

With some weed and a cup

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Shaking, making fists and staring at what was clearly an "a cup"

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Shouldn't of said yes to what was inside that cup

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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