This is a song about "Coffee"

With a coffee and we end it like

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

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

And all women who had light features, see

Cause why smoke weed when you can drink black coffee?

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see