This is a song about "Coca"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Be it spoken sugarcoated or zero coca coke, you're still just livin', dreaded fodder

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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