This is a song about "Stop copying other lines"

Let me see you walk

Man can you just stop? just stop.

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I wish the voices would stop and stop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

You know...you know who you are

Others dance with each others other,

Spittin written and forbidden lines

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

You must read in between these lines,