This is a song about "Coffee"

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I just wanna take you out for coffee tell you things are okay

But we should be body to body

You saying you want coffee

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.