This is a song about "Jones bottles"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

I like my friends imaginary with no names

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

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

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

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism