This is a song about "My lines are dope"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My lines are game-changing while you're left in a puddle.

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Nice flow / my minds dope

Impeccable give it my note

These lines are from my mind, not others, so don't confuse it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

The lines i compose are divine, there created by my designs

First off congratulations on the win

Spittin cold lines, my dope mind's truly thinkin,

And all my bars are dope as if i was actually speaking crack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back