This is a song about "Doing lines after lines"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Drop the best fukin lines...

Short days, long nights

All the time with this glock of mines

You must read in between these lines,

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

Sometimes i find the epicentre of my lines

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

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

But i'm already stuck after the first few lines

And you all will respect that

My lines will have you flabbergasted

Then back it up more then lunch lines

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