This is a song about "Sippy cup"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

It's not making sense to you right now but

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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