This is a song about "Lines fisse"

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

Spittin written and forbidden lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

I read it, the fine lines

All the time with this glock of mines

This is something different

With lines i'm persistent

If i have to memorize all these lines/

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Then back it up more then lunch lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines