This is a song about "Grape swisher"

Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Swisher tips that get curled

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

I got a swisher full of grass gettin ashed like a cigarette

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Through all of the grape vines