This is a song about "Pissing in coca cola"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I take a shit while you bitch ass is still pissing

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Downtown am proudly pissing in the fountain shouting

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

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

You pissing on randy you ain't handy you're a bluff...

I'm sure you not about to tell me you ain't cum enough

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets