This is a song about "Bitches bottles bratwurst"

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Draining bottles of hydroclorich acid, before visiting my psychologist,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows