This is a song about "Soda shop"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Come wit me you'll smoke around

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I ain't even really need that shop class

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

By any means, if ya like it or not

Faded like a barber shop

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh