This is a song about "Coca in"

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

In a private jet while i'm walking in

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