This is a song about "Bitches and bottles"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Start out with 3 bottles and the rest was a blur.

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

And wonder how we ever came to this

And if you looka all the bitches...

Stand for something or die in the morning

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks