This is a song about "Coca in"

In a private jet while i'm walking in

This boa, what's your motivation

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

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

Knocked out in the lunch in

We gone keep going

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

See i walked in while she creeped in.

She smiles; a niggas full of passion