This is a song about "Black coffee"

I'm going back to cali

You saying you want coffee

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

So fast, can't copy

You saying you want coffee

And i thought i was black

There's crack, there's crack

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Wonder if they take it all back

My president is black

Who happens to be black

Yeah, the sex in the sack