This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

They just don't give a fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Shouldn't of said yes to what was inside that cup

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

And then along came the wrong man for her

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then regular

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

With a coffee and we end it like

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light