This is a song about "Black coffee stale cigarettes"

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

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

With a coffee and we end it like

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

And i'm raw, fish scale