This is a song about "Hear lines"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

When i get my hands on nines

Drop the best fukin lines...

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Then back it up more then lunch lines

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

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

May as kill a few more punch lines.

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

You must read in between these lines,

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

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

And my lines are so barbaric,

I be on some other shit