This is a song about "Sniff lines"

And it starts cruising through blue lines

When i get my hands on nines

Slowed it down so now these lines,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I will make you sniff my armpit

Lord forbid, for the good kid

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I read it, the fine lines

Then go and sniff some glue

We believed in you

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines