This is a song about "You fine"

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

If i had on 'bama line

You burnett's while i'm a fine wine.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

Restraints of any kind, but you thought my mind wasn't fine

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Leave me alone when i ask you, if i say i'm fine, it isn't true.

But no worries its fine

You reflect in this heart of mine

I love chilling with you girl you look so fine

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time