This is a song about "Bottle service"

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Dial up words but they're not in service

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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

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,

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

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little