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

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

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Slangin a coke without the cola

My all gold rolly or the

All the time with this glock of mines

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow