This is a song about "Hear lines"

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

If i have to memorize all these lines/

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Distracted and switching up your lines

I need a backyard full court size

Hear them talkin but i hear is lies

All the time with this glock of mines

May as kill a few more punch lines.

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

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

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

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Be yourself, just show me you're real

All of the hair from out my hear

"my flows can be employed in my lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs