This is a song about "Cup noodles"

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

It will forever sip from it's cup

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

With some weed and a cup

Uh ha, you know what

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

Surviving and we're thriving on ramen noodles, frozen peas,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

But she took it in his place

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks