This is a song about "Regression lines and correlation"

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Preparation for occupation, no correlation to my situation

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

420 because 4 lines for the hook and 20 lines for the verse. bitch ass nigga

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

With deep conceptual lines, nice and divine