This is a song about "Whine"

The real muscle in the message of that

Go ahead whine and sit you ain't shit

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

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

This ny girl will have you whine n' resign

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

Chasing money in the city of crime

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

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

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

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