This is a song about "Cans of soup"

Pockets probably like fried food

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

But in reality she can't, just fighting the "cans",

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Of being of always getting wired

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Before i stepped into a serene scene amped out on thirteen black cans of caffeine