This is a song about "Coffee enemas"

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

As: i know just what you mean

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

You saying you want coffee

Walk that body, talk that body

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.