This is a song about "The spine"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Let's start this #tail off the top! down the #spine #accord

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

Bath ya in acid while i'm watching your spine detach,

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

But the devil's hand grips my spine and keeps my head held high

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Gonna poke that pussy with my spine

I let of my nine and let the shell burst through your spine

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Shredding lines like it's a crime, on my stack goes your spine,

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time