This is a song about "Maria and world cup"

Shaking, making fists and staring at what was clearly an "a cup"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And that their bigger than the world and the world is theirs white or black!

Autopsy and the world is all topsy turvy

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

The world is hard, and unforgiving

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Staighten out have a cup of cement

With some weed and a cup

I thought it'd get better but

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup