This is a song about "Greg the wine salesman who offends ladies"

Or let the mob handle that

All the ladies just strip

I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime

Thing popping like a thing of wine. i meant the only

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I'm cream of the crop but the ladies just don't realise it,

Baby, oh baby, you're finer than all the ladies

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

I need more time to explore and pull the ladies,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans