This is a song about "Fine arts"

Private plane, my seat recline

But you got that sign that i'm fine

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

I read it, the fine lines

All the time with this glock of mines

You'd be walking a fine line

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

With a memory so fine

Who is so much more than fine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I salivate at fine bitches

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Save some, save none at the same time

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine