This is a song about "Bottle service"

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

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

I'm no rolemodel, but when your empty in need of another bottle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive