This is a song about "Double cup mafia"

Screw up the cup, i'm on

New message from mom

I'm just trying to make my dollars double//

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Staighten out have a cup of cement

Half your body laying on my chest

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Oops, i'm so sorry

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

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

With some weed and a cup

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck