This is a song about "Cup cakes"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

When there's still half a cup that needs to go right in,

I know they pay me too much of attention

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

When i expose you like glitter and cakes