This is a song about "Dom wearing vineyard vines to holy name"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Ima diss you to your song holy grail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Through all of the grape vines

When i get my hands on nines

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

They wanted me to say they name so their name gets exposed

But that'll never make my dream lack, i just keep prayin' to the holy divinity//

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Or getting a little rep to my name