This is a song about "Lines"

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Worked all night to fit these into lines

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

And my lines are so barbaric,