This is a song about "Bottles of qhiskey"

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

But the pill bottles are 8empty

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Bottles be popping around

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Draining bottles of hydroclorich acid, before visiting my psychologist,

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink