This is a song about "Bottles of qhiskey"

Order bottles, no moscato

Now them broads gon' follow

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

I drain bottles of mouth wash, i still havnt produced a little cough,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

And i got them gold bottles, first place