This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Con-fubled, mind muddled.

If u smoking with me you better de filling

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Hot coffee for you niggas sleeping, you bitter let me put kareem in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I con science, an icon to my alliance

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings