This is a song about "Greasy grapes"

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

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

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

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,