This is a song about "Cross your lines"

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

While you were playing 2k on your xbox, my pencil was erasing lines

You like your rhyming you think you got lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

When i get my hands on nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Your lines, better see a physician,

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Im just laughing cos i see you deleting your own lines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

We got no time for pussy ass rhymes, take your shit back an resite your lines,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights