This is a song about "Sniff lines"

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

To powder and sniff, you surmount to a whiff

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Write anything here to generate some fresh lines

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

You must read in between these lines,

Smoke a bong sniff mom's coke (whiff) i spoke bombs

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

There is a light that shines

I read it, the fine lines