This is a song about "Cherry cola"

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Thats just the cherry on top, not the lot of it

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I'll put you in a coma shoot you in yoga you drink dicks like cola...

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

Now this shit is turning to a habit

And fif’ here to lick on that coca-cola shit