This is a song about "Little pine"

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Into little minces

My lady, my baby

Hope you got it little be

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

Just to let you know, you are

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

It's always been the pine, to ease my mind,

And my songs when they reach they official

But as time passes i enjoy little

But you see my little one,

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Why are the little kids having little kids

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time