This is a song about "Trashed up"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

Beat box while we team up

I love you though i'll still fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

I see the sun comin up

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

This is no joke, i'm clearly trashed but i will cope