This is a song about "Wine producer"

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

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

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

From sipping all of this red wine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Like wine, leaking down a vagabond's spine

Barley-wine brews and broiling brats

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

I wine and dine with sparkling mine, disconnect your spine,