This is a song about "Coffee"

And there's no way i can pay you back

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

With a coffee and we end it like

And ask me how was my night

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Knowing you can no longer party

Knowing you was getting by hardly

You saying you want coffee

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

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,