This is a song about "Lines fisse"

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

We came.. way too far pretty baby

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

Distracted and switching up your lines

"my flows can be employed in my lines

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

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

May as kill a few more punch lines.

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines