This is a song about "Pine hills"

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

And don't stop consider why these hills are withered and

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill