This is a song about "Bottles and models"

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Now i gotta exit after you

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Order bottles, no moscato

Look how the buzz will grow

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And mama's drinkin' bottles, puttin' needles up inside her veins,

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

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

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,