This is a song about "Fine women"

Welcome to organized crime

Or anywhere, don't matters, shes fine

And now these hoes are on my line

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

I've turned out almost fine,

Break it down one time

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

On vacation its bahama fine

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

But if i can't batter the women

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

To race or religion not even women

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And they only talk about women