This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

My choppa strap too long

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

I call that shit that middle school

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

So fast, can't copy

You saying you want coffee