This is a song about "Little pine"

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My name is little c

All i want is you baby

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

Why are the little kids having little kids

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

But as time passes i enjoy little

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

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