This is a song about "Fanta sprite coca cola"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

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

Cause everytime yall come around

Then i would put my sprite down

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Too polite for this despite the purple sprite

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Fizzy drinks and gremlins, you know my world's filled with sprite?

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Slangin a coke without the cola

I need a cold sprite with some ice please

You make a nigga sing songs nice