This is a song about "Parallel and perpindicular lines"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Sorry but i'm ruthless and i only came to spit these lines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Less stress/ i express best/with flows and lines

You front lines and bust rhymes with decent punchlines, i'll give you

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Listen--this is the status quo. and even though my lines overflow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Distracted and switching up your lines

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

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

My lines refining and rhymes redefining