This is a song about "Coca cola"

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

My all gold rolly or the

Slangin a coke without the cola

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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...

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that