This is a song about "Morning coffee cup"

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Knowing you can no longer party

You saying you want coffee

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

It will forever sip from it's cup

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.