Narcissism

Zoocci Coke Dope is portrayed as someone who provides substances.

Encouraging to take a drink to numb emotional pain.

Even if everything falls apart, personal integrity and spirit will remain.

Sense of life spinning out of control and feeling lost.

Feeling stuck in a difficult situation with no clear way out.

Showing off wealth, addressing criticism about the origins of their diamonds.

Big racks, big rings, big chains

How you gon’ talk like you mad at us?

The diamonds you rocking from Africa

Why you gon’ talk like you mad at us

The diamonds we rocking from Africa

Preference for materialistic pleasures, avoiding associations with certain people, and caution around money.

I don’t hang with niggas that rap

I cannot handle the cap

I wasn’t planning to rap

Don’t stress about money, I get it, I spend, I know that I’m gon’ make it back

Fill up my piggy with racks

Fill up the cribby with plaques

I don’t hang with bitches that talk about niggas that rap

Niggas are haters, I promise I cannot adapt

Emphasizing distance from some individuals, especially non-rapping artists, and asserting success despite not fitting typical rapper stereotypes.

We are not homies so I am not giving you daps

The plug is the homie, I’m smoking and chilling, he weighing and filling the pack

Came in the game and I got me some plaques

I’m like, damn it I don’t even rap

I feel like most of these niggas need the GPS when they get on the map

Niggas that don’t even rap

They dripping, I’m closing the tap

Reiteration of themes from earlier lines, highlighting the disconnect between their success and others' perceptions.

If it all burn down, I’ll have my pride and soul yeah

Life’s been moving so fast outta my control yeah

Trapped in a maze with nowhere else to go

Big rocks, big rings, big chain yeah

Big racks, big rings, big chains

How you gon’ talk like you mad at us?

The diamonds you rocking from Africa

Why you gon’ talk like you mad at us

The diamonds we rocking from Africa

Admitting to feeling like an imposter in the hip-hop scene, addressing criticisms, and expressing hope for a meaningful legacy.

I’ve been an imposter, you make false claims

Saying that I’ve changed and I’ve lost my way

To God I pray, one day I’ll lay in a coffin

Until then our ground won’t be common

Metaphors depicting struggles, personal growth, and the challenges faced in the music industry.

The rose on the side of the street won’t blossom

If your feet step on it

Stomp the yard ‘cause bar for bar, I’ve gone too far

You on your marks, so start your car

Caviar in Zanzibar, small but large

Your rap facade a glass mirage

I broke the vase and broke her heart

I lost my chance and I did it in Afrikaans

And no I’m not like these rap naaiers

So don’t perceive me as that, naaiers

You still got a lot to learn

It takes two stones to kill a mockingbird

And when I dropped a verse (What happened?)

They at a loss for words

Punchlines give you a K.O

Looking for the gold and the rainbow

Our 24 hours are the same though

But I just think yours went to waste though

Because klein bros hate the main ous

Reiteration of earlier themes about facing life's challenges, showcasing wealth, and addressing criticisms about their diamonds.

If it all burn down, I’d have my pride and soul yeah

Life’s been moving so fast outta my control yeah

Trapped in a maze with nowhere else to go

Big rocks, big rings, big chain yeah

Big racks, big rings, big chains

How you gon’ talk like you mad at us?

The diamonds you rocking from Africa

Why you gon’ talk like you mad at us

The diamonds we rocking from Africa yeah