This is a song about "Sugar in my coffee"

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

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

With a coffee and we end it like

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Hot coffee for you niggas sleeping, you bitter let me put kareem in

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad