This is a song about "Bitches and bottles"

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

That scary love, never get married love

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

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

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills