This is a song about "Club bottle service"

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

She was the queen of the club

Or medicine in a green bottle

They just need convincing like malcolm little

And maybe i am but

Talking about fight club,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Dial up words but they're not in service

Amen, they say you only live once