This is a song about "Parallel and perpindicular lines"

No longer with us; he's deceased

With bars and lines hard as a steel shield

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I put my heart and soul in these lines/

You can't touch these lines i'm spitting them parallel.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

And while, you're spitting these wack lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

With deep conceptual lines, nice and divine

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Less stress/ i express best/with flows and lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

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

And now it's stupid, seen as foolish, wonder 'bout the racial lines,