This is a song about "Regression lines and correlation"

Distracted and switching up your lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

It seems that moneys and honeys have a direct correlation

The talent show came, and i wrote a few lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

To understand the dividing lines and barriers that,

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead