This is a song about "Coffee"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

With a coffee and we end it like

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

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

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Y'all sippin' in champagne, while we're just drinkin' coffee