This is a song about "Coca"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Be it spoken sugarcoated or zero coca coke, you're still just livin', dreaded fodder

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,