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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Cause nobody else'll give a damnso we live like caged beasts

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

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

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