This is a song about "Costa coffee"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Looking for foes to leak, costa ricans or puerto ricans,

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

You saying you want coffee

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust