This is a song about "Pissing in coca cola"

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

But dissing really crap rhymes when you're pissing on rap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

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

Leave in bed just pissing himself the neck day probably

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I'll be pissing on your grave trying to enslave