This is a song about "Models"

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

We poppin' models like dahmer

That happiness isn't buried on tv screen with pretty models

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat.

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,