This is a song about "Pine grove"

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes

They gon' love me for my ambition

Was it pine or could it be pin?

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

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

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

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

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

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

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

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

Just as you rose you will fall