This is a song about "Get a couple 6 packs"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

What a perfect couple my friends told me

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Good kids make bad grown ups

I downed a couple slugs

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Spit a couple bars if they get a dose bet they come back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

So let me name a couple kings to get ya mind straight,

Down in dallas at the all-star game

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine