This is a song about "Bottle of syrup"

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

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique