This is a song about "Lines"

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

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

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Worked all night to fit these into lines

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Drop the best fukin lines...

All the time with this glock of mines

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Welcome to organized side of real lines

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

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Spittin written and forbidden lines