This is a song about "Bottle top"

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

I seem to gravitate to the bottle of nyquil then i salivate

Or medicine in a green bottle

Ok just listen up a little

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch