This is a song about "Tan lines"

I read it, the fine lines

Short days, long nights

Distracted and switching up your lines

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

With lines i'm persistent

This how i hear it different

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

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

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

You must read in between these lines,

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Welcome to organized side of real lines