This is a song about "Coffee and cigarettes"

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Sweet, okay makes sense

For a pack of cigarettes

I stay lonely and cocky

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

With a coffee and we end it like

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You saying you want coffee

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,