This is a song about "Being fine"

I'm starting to seem fine,

Who's on my line

All these people are thinking im fine/

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Mankind has never seen rapper so fine

Cause, i need that one good time

Welcome to organized crime

He told me that my eyes were fine,

On vacation its bahama fine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

I'm just here to have a good time

I'm on the playground, and i'm feelin fine.

And every rap i composed is fine

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

I read it, the fine lines

When i get my hands on nines