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

And for the ladies you can be any age you want

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Eighty spirits of ladies cause shady murdered the virgins

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Now fuck what ya sayy - dawg wheres the ladies

And the men are seen as stupid, saying "ladies love us",

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

In his daily trisector, dissecting ladies in the sector.

Life style lavish the rap gang ladies slavish juvenile

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble