This is a song about "Grapes"

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for