This is a song about "Coffee"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Come see real niggas on my team

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play