This is a song about "Grape fanta"

I heard through the grape vines that you really thought you had a shot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Then i take a grape to slap ya face with, if you were a girl they'd call this rape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Your so soft that you couldn't even smash a grape.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Stick a grape up there tape your ass down so there's no escape,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Through all of the grape vines

All the time with this glock of mines