This is a song about "Black coffee stale cigarettes"

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

With a coffee and we end it like

Shotgun in the drop made a right

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

Must be something you want me to see

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Surgent with my rhymes, almost asphyxiated but never stale

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale