This is a song about "The would cup"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Suffocating the you out of me, i wish you would

 the last thing you would hear would be " no sir",

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

It would murder the electronics

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

We would miss the motivation that those days would take from us

I love you though i'll still fuck

With some weed and a cup

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Staighten out have a cup of cement