This is a song about "Do for the vine"

Prepare for the rudeness motheruckers didn't think i could do it!

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I don't care what it did to them

Signing in, on the vine again,

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

And you running for the door. pause.. rewind.. now do it

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I do it for the classics

Everything i do.. i do it for the fame but im still the mother-fuckin same..

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

What the fuck y'all ever do for me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

We do for the kids, we do it for our biz

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Do it for the girls in the tight dress