This is a song about "Corona and ciroc"

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Lady at the frank stand will

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

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

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

And nasty remains and bones

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Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

On that ciroc, runnin this place

Move like i’m walking with an open case

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And get it again and again

If a nigga didn't fake like them