This is a song about "Pissing coca cola"

Bad child think im sweet until im pissing all on them

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

I'll be pissing on your grave trying to enslave

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists