This is a song about "Lines"

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

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

These niggas is lazy

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

You must read in between these lines,

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

And my lines are so barbaric,

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And while, you're spitting these wack lines