This is a song about "Your mines"

Third eye wise so fly, hawk eye, i, never walk in chalk line, i talk mines

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

His rap's a b mines an a so crap and see lines can spray

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

I blow minds like set mines, and you blow mine with 'illumi' signs/

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I dare a nigga try to make a meal outta whats mines

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Gold mines for lines but sometimes i find that i feel worthless

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Get the big picture im a slick trickster your bars aint sicker than mines

When you botch your own lines it's not known but you step on rap mines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights