This is a song about "Coffee"

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

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

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

With a coffee and we end it like

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won