This is a song about "Grapes"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out