This is a song about "Bottle service"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

And all women who had light features, see

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love