This is a song about "Coffee shops loves dick"

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

Loves whatever you make it

Bet i'm heavy with that

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

And panned out, i'm all in love

That my tigress loves his highness

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With a coffee and we end it like

Whether you wrong or you right

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do

Like a women who loves to chase

Just know that i'm always