This is a song about "Ciroc"

Sippen on ciroc till my body hits the numb

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

On that ciroc, runnin this place

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I'm ciroc without puffy, that's comedy that not funny. i'm a kill and thrill, spill

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will