This is a song about "Bottle service"

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Dial up words but they're not in service

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Or medicine in a green bottle

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch