This is a song about "Two girls one cup"

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

Who ya think ya is bitch, one of the girls

I've become immune to you no name haters

I bet this one has two husbands

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

I lied though it wasn't just one girl it was two

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Two thousand and one years after christ

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

If i had one, i wonder, would the girls show affection?

One two three, what could it be

Summertime in the city