This is a song about "Wine"

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

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

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Flying fine ese, here's wine as dressing time divine