This is a song about "Coca in"

Hmmm where should i begin

Knocked out in the lunch in

In proving improvement in chunks,

And trying to start today with arguments

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

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