This is a song about "Bottles and models"

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

The world looking out, they on the front row

Order bottles, no moscato

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles