This is a song about "Pop bottles"

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Red dots cause i’m red hot

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

My niggas clownbring a pound

Bottles be popping around

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Order bottles, no moscato