This is a song about "Pine"

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

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

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

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

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

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

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

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here