This is a song about "Floppy and cupps"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And put it together

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss