This is a song about "Pine creek"

Once i was done, i dragged her body to the creek.

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

You get close but no cigar

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

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Was it pine or could it be pin?

And picture me rollin

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

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

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed