This is a song about "When corona over"

You made me to a fool, when i stood over you and drooled.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Alert me when i step over the boundary

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her