This is a song about "Bottles"

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Lookin' for these better days

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time//

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line