This is a song about "Coca"

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs