This is a song about "Coffee table"

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

It's roc nation, this my team

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

First off congratulations on the win

You on the table for operation

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

Life's about decisions man