This is a song about "Fine arts"

With a memory so fine

Would look at us all the time

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

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

But no worries its fine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

At the same damn time

I've turned out almost fine,

Guess that means you can never be mine

To pretend that everythings fine

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Or anywhere, don't matters, shes fine

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

When you strive for perfection

Well that's just fine with him