This is a song about "Catalina wine mixer"

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

And i'm not just saying that cause i drank a whole box of wine

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

Here i go again, searching for love

From sipping all of this red wine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Man but this ain't no sign language

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

She prefer the dutty wine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time