This is a song about "A bottle of fear"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

A bottle of tylenol and nyquil, wallow in sorrow, and spit it,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

So insane,this man gonna hit you with a red bull bottle

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Someone reach a hand i'm paralised with fear

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,