This is a song about "Coffee for closers"

You saying you want coffee

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

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

Except for lucifer,

That's what rains for

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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.

You're uncool like my mother kin

Looking for reception

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

They for grossing a bigger business