This is a song about "Cokane lines"

If i have to memorize all these lines/

All the time with this glock of mines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I sign lines, after night time

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

Then back it up more then lunch lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Distracted and switching up your lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines