This is a song about "Grapes"

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

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

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for