This is a song about "Coca cola bottle body"

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

Lady at the frank stand will

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

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

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

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Neck a bottle, i become devil sent/

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I'll put you in a coma shoot you in yoga you drink dicks like cola...