This is a song about "Coca cola"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Slangin a coke without the cola

My all gold rolly or the

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

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,