This is a song about "Lines fisse"

No one like you

Assuring lines were true

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

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Distracted and switching up your lines

All the time with this glock of mines

Spittin written and forbidden lines

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

Worked all night to fit these into lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

When i get my hands on nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Short days, long nights

Drop the best fukin lines...