This is a song about "Linear pair"

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

To get a pair, natives killed him right in front the mall

They made quite a pair sitting in the red seats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

A pair of pretty made up baby blue cold steel staring surprise

No car key and i mean that

In a pair of acid wasted

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Need to look up to me and grow a pair

But, ion cherish shit, flyer than a pair of chicks

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns