This is a song about "Weed models bottles"

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

And i got them gold bottles, first place

See money talk and these days

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat.