This is a song about "Stop copying other lines"

I wish the voices would stop and stop

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

May as kill a few more punch lines.

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

So what would stop me from copying his ways and doing the same

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Rhymes, lines and multiple syllable among all other things

Others dance with each others other,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs