This is a song about "Role models gold bottles"

Mmg man, we smoked out

Bottles be popping around

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

It to others got two role models aka brothers

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Order bottles, no moscato

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough