This is a song about "Pine sol"

I say that keeps me going

Was it pine or could it be pin?

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

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

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

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

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

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

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

Private plane, my seat recline

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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