This is a song about "Bottle of memories"

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

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

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies

My childhood was full of bad memories

My father is the cause of these memories

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Lady at the frank stand will

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum