This is a song about "Bottle service"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

So insane,this man gonna hit you with a red bull bottle

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love