This is a song about "Bitches and bottles"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And mama's drinkin' bottles, puttin' needles up inside her veins,

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

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

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

Of bad bitches and good tree

So while the world goes drake crazy

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Pop bottles and saw lids then your jaw hits

Shows to do, got record to sell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Cause bitch, i'm big business

And if you looka all the bitches...