This is a song about "Fine arts"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

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

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

But you got that sign that i'm fine

If they find that stash box just one time

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

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

Who is so much more than fine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

I shine, you shine, so we shine

On vacation its bahama fine

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Rapping like im practicing dark arts