This is a song about "Coffee shops"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Hot coffee for you niggas sleeping, you bitter let me put kareem in

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You saying you want coffee

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.