This is a song about "Lining"

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Toy graffers i'm lining out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Finding that silver lining

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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