This is a song about "Pine creek"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Was it pine or could it be pin?

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Hope my city is not too far

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

In piss creek with rumble from your city

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

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

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap