This is a song about "Bottles"

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

But the pill bottles are 8empty

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

Get you high, keep it on the low

Order bottles, no moscato

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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