This is a song about "Coffee maker"

Over me the same peeps that have died

With a coffee and we end it like

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

That can't take an undertaker, feelin to make me meet my maker

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?