This is a song about "Little pine"

There are times when you'll need someone

But you see my little one,

Magic city, everything kosher

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

See i let my nigga split that

A little piece of shit

But as time passes i enjoy little

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Tied to the pine, with already a broken spine, your screwed

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here