This is a song about "Grapes"

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

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

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

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

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular