This is a song about "Your lines"

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Just to make it in this broadway lights

You click generate heres some your lines

How many lines does it take to leave your ass in defeat?

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

You lost it man, your framing your lines, you can't,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Your punch lines are pitiful

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Listenin to your lines make me feel sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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