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

Expressing myself on verses

My nigga, its all love

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I can taste the salt from my tears

I need to fucking find myself,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I just wanna take you out for coffee tell you things are okay

You hate on me so i defend myself which translates into me strangling you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

I'm on deck i'm up next