This is a song about "Bottle of syrup"

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

They just need convincing like malcolm little

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

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

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Syrup got me so slow

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one