This is a song about "Coffee"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Not only had the fiend died

With a coffee and we end it like

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

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

You saying you want coffee

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You saying you want coffee

I got the right to be cocky

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree