This is a song about "Fanta sprite coca cola"

Too polite for this despite the purple sprite

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I drive that all around

Then i would put my sprite down

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Slangin a coke without the cola

And muthafuck the quota

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I need a cold sprite with some ice please

Create life with the beats, alicia keys