This is a song about "Bottle of memories"

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Turned his hope into an enemy, just totes the bottle of hennessy

I think back to the memories of everything we shared,

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees