This is a song about "Fine art"

And now these hoes are on my line

I've turned out almost fine,

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

On vacation its bahama fine

Bet i'm heavy with that

Piece of art that i painted

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

Mankind has never seen rapper so fine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

To pretend that everythings fine

I'm running out of time

I'm starting to seem fine,

Start whine, my gyal, start whine