This is a song about "Put cho cups up"

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Now everybody put your hands up high

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Piece up mind to put it into beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Murder chop your bodies up, put it on a sack then put them on a stack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But you know what

Please put ya lighter’s up

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)