This is a song about "Coffee filters"

Y'all sippin' in champagne, while we're just drinkin' coffee

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Hot coffee for you niggas sleeping, you bitter let me put kareem in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Light filters into the dark of my soul's basement

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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