This is a song about "Bottles of qhiskey"

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Speak, motherfucker, before i hit you with bottles of beers.

We race foreign cars, custom models

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

She likes the way it hits her lips

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

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

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

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

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

You can hear it in my lyrics