This is a song about "Stupid vines"

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

How can i convey this

My dick, stupid bitches

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Even though you know it is stupid

It's useless, we're stuck with permanent bruises, it's stupid,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit