This is a song about "Bitches and bottles"

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.