This is a song about "Coffee"

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

You saying you want coffee

Knowing you was getting by hardly

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Cause why smoke weed when you can drink black coffee?

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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