This is a song about "Role models gold bottles"

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

I said i'm hurting her

We poppin' models like dahmer

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Better calm down, tryna play that tough guy role

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And i got them gold bottles, first place