This is a song about "Doing lines after lines"

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

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

My lines will have you flabbergasted

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Spittin written and forbidden lines

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

But i'm already stuck after the first few lines

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Drop the best fukin lines...

Wale they call me tiger stripes

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

Sometimes i find the epicentre of my lines

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

Welcome to organized side of real lines