This is a song about "Bottles"

We vegetables, on them record labels

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Draining bottles of hydroclorich acid, before visiting my psychologist,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,