This is a song about "Nigga vines"

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

I heard through the grape vines that you really thought you had a shot

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

My all gold rolly or the

You say you got a nigga

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Who knows what the

Yeah, one time for the

But far from dumb nigga,

Its that other nigga

The science and the art, africa

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I'll throw on uppercut nigga, at your gut nigga,