This is a song about "Pine creek"

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

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Keep it moving with the pine, yeah its my time to shine

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

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

Leave you six deep, you piss weak peasant from shits creek, an yes i use profanity when i speak,