This is a song about "Grape soda"

Through all of the grape vines

When i get my hands on nines

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Never gonna stop more flow than a shook soda pop

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

My voice is bubblier than soda fizz, wish,

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

'nova- i'll sit on my sofa and shit in your soda

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma