This is a song about "Your lining"

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Toy graffers i'm lining out

I must go like fly route

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

So i went down south but i ended up north

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was