This is a song about "Diet soda"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

My niggas like it ride or die no diet

Tell em its diet coke and choke from the next big swig,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

When anorexics see you, they feel they need to go on a diet.