This is a song about "Water bottles"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Then i flush it with water

Poke out from behind her

Times left in sode water

Illogical one, i'm hallowing your bottles of rum

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/