This is a song about "Pissing in coca cola"

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Leave in bed just pissing himself the neck day probably

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

Uppity bitches, handling business

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

I'll be pissing on your grave trying to enslave

She can only live for the moment

People by pissing 'em off and

This fucking bully shit is pissing

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening