This is a song about "Cup cake"

Staighten out have a cup of cement

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

It will forever sip from it's cup

Well, um, there's a but

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup