This is a song about "Lorina fine as fuck"

Your bitch want to fuck, well that's fine by me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Your music in the car

But instead of getting hi as fuck

It's not making sense to you right now but

You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Aidan, the cops are here? fuck, i was doing fine,

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

People see it as a crime, i could do serious time, but it's all fine,

The science and the art, africa

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Girth as it turns into ur turf, two pints of punchline will do just fine