This is a song about "Every will be fine"

Don't believe in my rhymes it's fine because i will have my time,

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Den i'm gone cut to rome, fuck prison i won't be fine//

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

And every rap i composed is fine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

I’ll be there every single night

I’ll be there every single night

It sends her on a trip so right

We be loven every where

No, not on top but down there

So even if you untied you wouldn't be fine

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

I think i just printed a million fine rhymes, when the fuck will i be acknowledged and get signed?

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind