This is a song about "Do for the vine"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

What the fuck y'all ever do for me

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And i'm tryna do the same for the rap nation

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

Do it for the girls in the tight dress

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Want this life forever, never do it for the salary,

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

I put my raps on vine,