This is a song about "Punching lines"

When i get my hands on nines

Slowed it down so now these lines,

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

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I read it, the fine lines