This is a song about "Pine creek"

Then asking my identity

In piss creek with rumble from your city

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

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

The real muscle in the message of that

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel