This is a song about "Bottles and models"

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

If you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Wale dc said we on joe

Order bottles, no moscato

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse