This is a song about "Regression lines and correlation"

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

And don't perform after him or you might regret

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

Past times used to to be past whack rhymes and ass lines

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

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

With deep conceptual lines, nice and divine

Chasing money in the city of crime

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

My mind is wandering for different rhymes and lines.

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I put my heart and soul in these lines/

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Distracted and switching up your lines