This is a song about "Your lines"

You like your rhyming you think you got lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Your punch lines are pitiful

I'm modest, and humble

Listenin to your lines make me feel sick

Superfly, opposite of basic

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Distracted and switching up your lines

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Some of your lines i couldn't understand

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Want me to define? we grind and crunch your lines

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Take notes please, your lines can't capture shit are you joking?

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I ain't got the time for your stupid fucked up lines