This is a song about "16 line john dickinson rap"

You told fiasco not to cross the line, acting like you'd smack him

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I got those haters facin death they ass lookin for a life line

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

And you'll prolly sleep on that line so i will provide a pillow

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

It's a thin line between me and the best ever and i crossed it

You have to take a year just to write a line to put on a disc

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink