This is a song about "Iced coffee"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

On they twitter writing novels, see

Im iced up in my ear and watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge