This is a song about "Models bottles"

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

If you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

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

I can always go home and look down my street

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

But the pill bottles are 8empty

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free