This is a song about "Icc world cup"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

See, sometimes we all need a little whiskey in our cup

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

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

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I love you though i'll still fuck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup

I guess you'd probably choke on a cup of coke

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Screw up the cup, i'm on

My sim card's the bomb