This is a song about "Feeling fine"

I've turned out almost fine,

I'm running out of time

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Who is so much more than fine

But no worries its fine

Westside, bitch i run mine

Feeling tired, feeling colder

I thought i recognized her

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Below atc you are still kinda fine

You feeling? who feeling me?

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Cause i’m not fine at all

I don’t do nothing but ball

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine