This is a song about "Double cup mafia"

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I got rich from a little struggle

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

Movin from single to double

Lady at the frank stand will

That's word to my mom

Screw up the cup, i'm on

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

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup