This is a song about "Bottles and models"

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

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

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds