This is a song about "Pine apple"

Tied to the pine, with already a broken spine, your screwed

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

I don’t care where ya are

But the same deposition take it every time

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

The revolution has arrived

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

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace