This is a song about "Bottle"

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

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Now all he does these days is sell beats and drink the whole bottle

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

As i light one for ill will