This is a song about "Coca"

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

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