This is a song about "Bottle ser"

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

As i light one for ill will

Or medicine in a green bottle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle