This is a song about "Bottle service"

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

But fuck that i gotta bottle opener

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

There ain't no pills left 'cause i swallowed the whole bottle

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe