This is a song about "The model"

My new bitch is now a model

She grabs the yellow bottle

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Big homie hov said i am close

The more battles the better the flows

And of course, my car's off course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Despite the title, i'm hardly a role model,

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually