This is a song about "Plastic cup"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Bombastic, snap back like elastic, you're too plastic,

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I thought it'd get better but

These rappers are plastic

My bitches pure thick

Like plastic action figures

The richest place on earth

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic