This is a song about "Coca"

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

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