This is a song about "Coca cola"

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

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Or never say never though i admit

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

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

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