This is a song about "Wow your so weird i could get a cup of"

I spit fumes so sick you could die of a choke on it

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Im a lyrical juggernaut, and your just a fucking twat,i could get you jumped for free

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

He's a mucky piece of weird ass lucky he's still living

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Your so wack, i could walk away while your still battlin',

Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Staighten out have a cup of cement