This is a song about "Mature person coffee"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You saying you want coffee

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

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

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Cause why smoke weed when you can drink black coffee?

Its about time you mature

We can leave before midnight for sure

Im coming of age but im still not mature,

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

I want to fight the music on this one

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

So keep fronting till my peeps come

If i ever seen you in person