This is a song about "Red wine"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

You burnett's while i'm a fine wine.

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Watch your body turn indian red,

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Skies are black, clouds are red

My god come before this bread

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her