This is a song about "Coffee shop love"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

I'm sittin in the barber shop

Living if she is or not

Ever since then i had no job

Faded like a barber shop

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I was headed down over to the head shop

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Lollipop from a candy shop,

That means i have no block

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody