This is a song about "Snorting lines"

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Worked all night to fit these into lines

When i get my hands on nines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I read it, the fine lines

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

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

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Drop the best fukin lines...

All the time with this glock of mines

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

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

Spittin written and forbidden lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights