This is a song about "Wine and serving it to customers"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

We rule the palace indentured servants bring the wine and chalice

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Just before they seen my money in the green

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

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,