This is a song about "You fine"

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

So even if you untied you wouldn't be fine

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

But you got that sign that i'm fine

Until the end of time

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

On vacation its bahama fine

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Below atc you are still kinda fine