This is a song about "Silver lining"

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

I'll #divide the fine lining that exposes your whining

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Early adapters agree they all late

Is a space that now you hold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

If you wanted a date, don't come

(silver spoon anyone?)

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Toy graffers i'm lining out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit