This is a song about "Coffee poop"

She was the queen of the club

I like to poop out of my butt,

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Don't worry just done get inside

With a coffee and we end it like

I just wanna take you out for coffee tell you things are okay

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray