This is a song about "Fbla coffee"

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

They say i talk like im god body

You saying you want coffee

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

With a coffee and we end it like

Dc cabs got my pops alright