This is a song about "Bottles"

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

Order bottles, no moscato

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Thinking of bliss and the good days

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines