This is a song about "Coffee filters"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You saying you want coffee

I reel them in, goadomes on see

With a coffee and we end it like

Jungle fever for the night

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Okay, so play d, know what i mean