This is a song about "Bitches and bottles"

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

I got something you've been waiting for

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

Pop bottles and saw lids then your jaw hits

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Get blown like lawn leaves

I run scandals with savages

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring