This is a song about "Lining"

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

I'll #divide the fine lining that exposes your whining

And my grandmother dying

Finding that silver lining

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans