This is a song about "Pass the bottle"

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

So pass the baby oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I seem to gravitate to the bottle of nyquil then i salivate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

Tippin up the bottle as my mind goes back.

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Pourin cleako out the bottle, til this bitch is soaked up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin