This is a song about "Bitches and bottles"

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this

And if you looka all the bitches...

So it's nothing to finish

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

And i'll show you all type of bitches

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase