This is a song about "You so fine"

Westside, bitch i run mine

Who is so much more than fine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

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

Below atc you are still kinda fine

If i had on 'bama line

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

With a memory so fine

She prefer the dutty wine

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

I love chilling with you girl you look so fine

Promise me you won't step out of line