This is a song about "Feeling fine"

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

And now these hoes are on my line

With a memory so fine

But you got that sign that i'm fine

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

If they find that stash box just one time

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Or anywhere, don't matters, shes fine