This is a song about "Fine rhymes"

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

I think i just printed a million fine rhymes, when the fuck will i be acknowledged and get signed?

Mankind has never seen rapper so fine

3 times, show me your peace sign

I'm hearing familiar sounds familiar smells, only time can tell whos gonna run this town.

Our rhymes are too fine so take your effin mainstream sign make it shine and we'll tear it down,

As i'm watching the snow fall

Cause i’m not fine at all

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Well that's just fine with him

Private plane, my seat recline

On vacation its bahama fine

I've turned out almost fine,

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I'm on the playground, and i'm feelin fine.