This is a song about "Coke bottle body"

I'm no rolemodel, but when your empty in need of another bottle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

Or medicine in a green bottle

Ok just listen up a little

If skill was health you'd be on coke

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke