This is a song about "Models bottles"

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

And i like my window tinted out

Bottles be popping around

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

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

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that