This is a song about "Grapes"

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

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

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

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand