This is a song about "Latitude and longitude lines"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Sorry but i'm ruthless and i only came to spit these lines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Travel through time - coppin a diamond and bringing it into these lines

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

My mind is wandering for different rhymes and lines.

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

To understand the dividing lines and barriers that,