This is a song about "Coffee"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Whether you wrong or you right

With a coffee and we end it like

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