This is a song about "Sugar in my coffee"

Look it something they can't ever see

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Knowing you can no longer party

You saying you want coffee

Man this life is but a dream

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

With a coffee and we end it like

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Cause why smoke weed when you can drink black coffee?

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,