This is a song about "Pine cones"

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

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

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Please put that in your notes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

Just the perfect time, just to master mine