This is a song about "Filler lines"

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

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Drop the best fukin lines...

All the time with this glock of mines

Take your time when you’re with me baby

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

You must read in between these lines,

When i get my hands on nines

"my flows can be employed in my lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

And my lines are so barbaric,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Write anything here to generate some fresh lines

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