This is a song about "Wine low"

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Nigga watch how i wine and design you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

She #drove me like a race won, i #run #over, with some red wine

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

And i'm not just saying that cause i drank a whole box of wine

They setting the bar low,

Same bitches used to play me though

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Like wine, leaking down a vagabond's spine

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time