This is a song about "Cup"

With some weed and a cup

And maybe i am but

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

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

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

I guess you'd probably choke on a cup of coke

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

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup