This is a song about "Being fine"

Who is so much more than fine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

You reflect in this heart of mine

All these people are thinking im fine/

Oh, you look like my next victim

Well that's just fine with him

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

I read it, the fine lines

Turn off the lights

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I'm starting to seem fine,

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign