This is a song about "Coffee enemas"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

Not me, i bet you remember the night

With a coffee and we end it like

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

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

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

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

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