This is a song about "Bottled water"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

The only time i flirt with her

I refresh myself with water

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

They just keep it bottled up and keep it on a higher shelf

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

And there's little to be glad for

If you wanna drink, drink bottled water

I thought i recognized her

As i walk on water

Didn't do a thing at all

Blood fallin like a water fall