This is a song about "Coca in"

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

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

Taskforce reporting in

I get special attention

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

In which are people who believes in one,

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position