This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

By any means necessary get campaign right

With a coffee and we end it like

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Murdered you on the flat screen

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

You gotta let these shits go, man

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

But i just wanna make love to your mind