This is a song about "Coffee"

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Cause why smoke weed when you can drink black coffee?

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

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

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

With a coffee and we end it like

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

I got crunk off a straight black coffee