This is a song about "Grapes"

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

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast