This is a song about "Bottles of qhiskey"

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Order bottles, no moscato

I'mma do this fast or slow

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

So here i am at the store for some chips

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