This is a song about "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

Knowing you can no longer party

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Come see real niggas on my team

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

With a coffee and we end it like

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Cause why smoke weed when you can drink black coffee?