This is a song about "Coca cola"

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

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

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

And muthafuck the quota

Slangin a coke without the cola

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights