This is a song about "Ciroc"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

They say that i never cease to amaze

On that ciroc, runnin this place

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Sippen on ciroc till my body hits the numb

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

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