This is a song about "Vineyard vines"

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Through all of the grape vines

There is a light that shines

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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