This is a song about "Ciroc corona colin"

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

On that ciroc, runnin this place

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Sippen on ciroc till my body hits the numb

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since