This is a song about "Pine ridge"

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

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I'm a be so rocky than the fuking blue ridge.

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

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

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

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

Was it pine or could it be pin?

And i love your mind and ambition

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood