This is a song about "Muscat"

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Then i take a grape to slap ya face with, if you were a girl they'd call this rape

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Look at my body, i lost so much weight

Your so soft that you couldn't even smash a grape.

Through all of the grape vines

The world seems strange at times

Blades made conformably enormously

Beaches of normandy.

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Top of my pile of bodies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies