This is a song about "Wine fermentation"

You burnett's while i'm a fine wine.

Private plane, my seat recline

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

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

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

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Lady g, willy b in time

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine