This is a song about "Coffee"

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

I got the right to be cocky

You saying you want coffee

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I plead with em, the system ain't right

With a coffee and we end it like

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I'm from the number one place on the map

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Once as a slave who imagined being free