This is a song about "Little pine"

Bitch, they call it motor city

The simplest little thing maddens me

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Was it pine or could it be pin?

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Baby, you got that super bass

On they twitter writing novels, see

Hope you got it little be

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

Their influence though, is so largely little

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

The revolution has arrived