This is a song about "Vip bottle service"

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

And these artists don't need me they already rich

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Dial up words but they're not in service

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

"vip"to back of the line.dispatching my lines destination to the top,thats because

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,