This is a song about "Vineyard vines"

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Through all of the grape vines

All the time with this glock of mines

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Third ward general, young cash money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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