This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You saying you want coffee

I’m tryna be low key

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

She picks me up when i fall, skinny as a toothpick

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,