This is a song about "Little pine"

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Their influence though, is so largely little

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

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

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

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Why are the little kids having little kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Keep it moving with the pine, yeah its my time to shine

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

But you see my little one,

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

A little on the dissolved side