This is a song about "Bitch fine"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

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

To pretend that everythings fine

Guess im ahead of my time

Baby, let me give you a call

Cause i’m not fine at all

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

He told me that my eyes were fine,

But you got that sign that i'm fine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

And every rap i composed is fine

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

If they find that stash box just one time