This is a song about "Grape vine"

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Through all of the grape vines

When i get my hands on nines

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

Your bars are as simple as a 6 second vine

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime