This is a song about "Pour out all my pain in my cup"

Nightmares ensue, and creepily pursue my mind, doused in pain,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Chewing and spitting rhymes like grizzly, spit cup in my hand stiffly,

Never ever pay rent

I feel a sharp pain in my chest,

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

But she took it in his place

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Young nigga's call it slayer. im drinkin out my cup with gin, i'll eat later

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

In my peripheral, i see destruction and pain