This is a song about "Bottle ser"

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

But fuck that i gotta bottle opener

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

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

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Now all he does these days is sell beats and drink the whole bottle

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental