This is a song about "Poppin bottles"

I get that work from my face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

We vegetables, on them record labels

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time//

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence