This is a song about "Longitudinal and latitudinal lines"

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

With deep conceptual lines, nice and divine

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

My lines refining and rhymes redefining

When i get my hands on nines

And while, you're spitting these wack lines

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Spittin written and forbidden lines

I put my heart and soul in these lines/

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Distracted and switching up your lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines