This is a song about "Big water bottles"

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

As i walk on water

The only time i flirt with her

This is walter, fresh above the water

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Here i go again, searching for love

Then i flush it with water

I never hugged no corner