This is a song about "Bottle service"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Or medicine in a green bottle

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

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