This is a song about "Rollin bottles"

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Bitch i'm rollin like a ferris,

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

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

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

Arrogant when i finish

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice