This is a song about "Fine art"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

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

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

'coz what i say is an art

Snitches here don't got no heart

But no worries its fine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

On vacation its bahama fine

And just in time your head is mine

You'd be walking a fine line

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Or anywhere, don't matters, shes fine