This is a song about "Bitches bottles"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Draining bottles of hydroclorich acid, before visiting my psychologist,

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

I just light up and focus

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

By the water, au revoir to my audience

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,