This is a song about "Fanta sprite coca cola"

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

I need a cold sprite with some ice please

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I'll put you in a coma shoot you in yoga you drink dicks like cola...

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Then i would put my sprite down

Cause everytime yall come around

Munching fries... slurping sprite to quench my thirst

Look, cole world, still a cold world

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

The next day you is everybody target

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow