This is a song about "Coke bottles"

I think that i need some diet coke,

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Bottles be popping around

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

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

But the pill bottles are 8empty

Hopin' that my niggas see