This is a song about "Coffee"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Show ‘em how much they really mean

My conscious only knew whats half tight

With a coffee and we end it like

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

I just want somebody i can see

Hot coffee for you niggas sleeping, you bitter let me put kareem in

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

You saying you want coffee