This is a song about "Bottle and a gun"

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Or medicine in a green bottle

So insane,this man gonna hit you with a red bull bottle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

With nothing but a bottle of skin lotion and barney posters,

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Run away get away ye's got a gun

You trying real hard to appeal to someone