This is a song about "Bottles and models"

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Pop bottles and saw lids then your jaw hits

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

Never break, took a break though

Order bottles, no moscato