This is a song about "Bottles and models"

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Move like i’m walking with an open case

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet