This is a song about "Wine up"

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

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

Never agree with that message

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Cause i can’t wait much longer

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Im out in vancouver grabbin liquor from wine coolers

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars