This is a song about "Coffee shops"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

My direction good, well-rounded type

With a coffee and we end it like

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

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali