This is a song about "Picking up cigarettes cause i m bobby s bottom bitch"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

She ain't picking up strangers from the road, fucking up,

....from the bottom came up...

I don't really give a fuck

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

As i seenobody cares about my history

And she stripping, go to college

I walk right up to that bitch

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Cant make up for the bottom that's what i mean

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I came up from the bottom and i made it, you ain't even know it,