This is a song about "Coffee"

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I got a dollar and a dream

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

High heel wearer, hell of a body

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

With a coffee and we end it like

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way