This is a song about "Coca in"

And the v12, that's on various trips

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

In a private jet while i'm walking in

They all see my life from a childish position

Stuck in the in the tub,

I know you're mad, but so what

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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