This is a song about "Icc world cup"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Shouldn't of said yes to what was inside that cup

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

That shit was wack as fuck

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

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

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

When there's still half a cup that needs to go right in,