This is a song about "Your lining"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Of impactful things one can ask for

You don't mean that, you faggot

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Trying to renovate the game