This is a song about "Pine sol"

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

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

All wale talking is ambition

Was it pine or could it be pin?

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme