This is a song about "Coffee fart"

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

You saying you want coffee

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

I mean that from the bottom of my heart