This is a song about "Cokane lines"

You must read in between these lines,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Get ya head bust

With lines i'm persistent

No soup for you

Assuring lines were true

Worked all night to fit these into lines

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

Slowed it down so now these lines,

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Welcome to organized side of real lines

I read it, the fine lines

All the time with this glock of mines