This is a song about "Bottle"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

There ain't no pills left 'cause i swallowed the whole bottle

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Drinkin from the bottle til they wobble, don't start yo

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Ok just listen up a little

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle