This is a song about "Rollin bottles"

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Rollin' with my baby

What them tippers don't see

Ive been rollin with my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Yeah hail mary full of grace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Rollin that devils lettuce

My nigga, its all love

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles