This is a song about "Stop copying other lines"

Distracted and switching up your lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Welcome to organized side of real lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

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

May as kill a few more punch lines.

By any means, if ya like it or not

Man can you just stop? just stop.

You should trust no other

Took the van, went snatch her

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

I wish the voices would stop and stop

I diddy bop and make them titties pop