This is a song about "Lorina fine as fuck"

Flying fine ese, here's wine as dressing time divine

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

I think i just printed a million fine rhymes, when the fuck will i be acknowledged and get signed?

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

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

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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

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

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Den i'm gone cut to rome, fuck prison i won't be fine//

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

He's leveled up but still wack as fuck