This is a song about "Ciroc corona colin"

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

As i light one for ill will

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

On that ciroc, runnin this place

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Sippen on ciroc till my body hits the numb

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa