This is a song about "Fanta sprite coca cola"

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I need a cold sprite with some ice please

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see