This is a song about "Models bottles"

Together all the timethought it was true love

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Took the van, went snatch her

We poppin' models like dahmer

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

She dont have a problem with, with

Bottles be popping around

Never wait when we out

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks