This is a song about "Coca"

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I got two whole tears in a bucket

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

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,