This is a song about "I spilled coffee on myself"

Got problems, what? i can't say

Count on myself like a castaway

Plus bitch, i put myself on -reduction- mode

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

By how i conduct myself

So hold back ya tears

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Cause i'm batman with the pump, johnny johnny

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense