This is a song about "Wine"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Sip some wine, while i combine a kind of gourmet delight

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

She prefer the dutty wine

Save some, save none at the same time

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Im out in vancouver grabbin liquor from wine coolers

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine