This is a song about "Coffee"

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

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

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

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

Well goddamn, now i be the man

With a coffee and we end it like

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I just wanna take you out for coffee tell you things are okay

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way