This is a song about "Bottle of syrup"

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of liquor

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

It's about dismissin' a system that tricks you all to crawl

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

As i declip this bottle of lubrication, spin on the spot in rotation, squeeze,

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

With nothing but a bottle of skin lotion and barney posters,

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters