This is a song about "Bottle"

And my thun thun is blueand if i pop that bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Now all he does these days is sell beats and drink the whole bottle

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

As i light one for ill will

Or medicine in a green bottle

I seem to gravitate to the bottle of nyquil then i salivate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol