This is a song about "Cokane lines"

Drop the best fukin lines...

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Just to make it in this broadway lights

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

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

My lines will have you flabbergasted

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

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

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

I sign lines, after night time