This is a song about "Pinch lines"

I read it, the fine lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

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

And my lines are so barbaric,

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Rack, rack city shit

Its seven, now pinch it

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Bait baby, wait baby

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

But life is so terrific, tell them pinch me if i'm dreaming