This is a song about "Bottle fail"

Bitches ain't around one thou

Don't turn around and fail me now

We on this mission we cannot fail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Yo gonna loose and fail anyways

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

I found a way to prevail. while y'all are waitin to fail.

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Might fail, still always trying,