This is a song about "Floppy and cupps"

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And remember what i said and

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

But don't fall asleep

And kill yourself and your clique

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Straight g thing, double m g thing

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And a fridge and some broccoli

Let me rideuntil i get free