This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

When 2pac got shot early on

My sim card's the bomb

She asked if i was riding solo

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Cause i’m back on my grind

(x2)there is no art to find

Call this the money shot

O. trice always rep his block

With a coffee and we end it like

Killa never let the drama slide

(x2)there is no art to find

For that paper, i'mma grind

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick