This is a song about "Coffee"

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You saying you want coffee

So fast, can't copy

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

You saying you want coffee

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation