This is a song about "Fine lines"

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

On vacation its bahama fine

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

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Woke up one morning everything was fine

I'm starting to seem fine,

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

And every rap i composed is fine

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Huh, got to get better with time

Mankind has never seen rapper so fine

He told me that my eyes were fine,

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time