This is a song about "Bottles and models"

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Bottles be popping around

If you to check out

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

We poppin' models like dahmer

Said when i do dirt wit her

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

That happiness isn't buried on tv screen with pretty models

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

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel