This is a song about "Stop copying other lines"

When i'm low, she take me high

Every other guy

All the time with this glock of mines

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

I make rhymes like no other

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Man can you just stop? just stop.

And it starts cruising through blue lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Spittin written and forbidden lines

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