This is a song about "Jones bottles"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

This shit ain't nothing new though

Order bottles, no moscato

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Bottles be popping around

Got it on lock, you just locked out

I reel them in, goadomes on see

But the pill bottles are 8empty

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from