This is a song about "Punching lines"

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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

And it starts cruising through blue lines

All the time with this glock of mines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

"my flows can be employed in my lines

I read it, the fine lines

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake