This is a song about "Longitudinal and latitudinal lines"

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

With bars and lines hard as a steel shield

Distracted and switching up your lines

When i get my hands on nines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

I'm breathing lines and hooks that jab like boxer,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Travel through time - coppin a diamond and bringing it into these lines

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

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines