This is a song about "The world cup 2014"

Sip, leavin no drop in the cup i wonder when

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Well, um, there's a but

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Like it's something to see i'm rubbin ya teets, puffin the green

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Me and you against the world

But i murder him first

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea