This is a song about "Vines"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Through all of the grape vines

Short days, long nights

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday