This is a song about "Cuban"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar