This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

Baby, you know who you are

Shot fired from the shot tower/

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Till the sentence is a essence,

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

And now your best friend's having kids

Just read half of these lyrics,

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot