This is a song about "Bottles and models"

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

That scary love, never get married love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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