This is a song about "Whine"

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Every time i drop a rhyme you whine and you bitch/

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

But if you feel inclined to whine bout these lines then i'll quit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Leaking my red whine and now i dead rhyme, but fortunately that wasn't the case

Lady g, willy b in time

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

This ny girl will have you whine n' resign

I'm just here to have a good time