This is a song about "Bottles"

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Bottles be popping around

We don't care if niggas locked out

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love