This is a song about "Publixlean double cup freddie"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

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

So i ain't giving a fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Shouldn't of said yes to what was inside that cup

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream