This is a song about "Bottle of syrup"

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

If i could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

A bottle of tylenol and nyquil, wallow in sorrow, and spit it,