This is a song about "Ciroc corona colin"

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

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

On that ciroc, runnin this place

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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