This is a song about "Grape koolaid"

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

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

City national bank evolve into shape

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Through all of the grape vines