This is a song about "Pissing coca cola"

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

People by pissing 'em off and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Keep dissing pretend you ain't been told is you pissing?

I'll be pissing on your grave trying to enslave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

This fucking bully shit is pissing

This ain't easy, im thinking

And the ball sacs are pissing on their parent's epitaphs

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance