This is a song about "Ciroc corona"

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Lady at the frank stand will

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

Sippen on ciroc till my body hits the numb

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

On that ciroc, runnin this place

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills

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

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still