This is a song about "The would cup"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Sip, leavin no drop in the cup i wonder when

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

Staighten out have a cup of cement

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

That shit was wack as fuck

With some weed and a cup