This is a song about "Corona"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

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