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

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine"

I know these youngins, they embody every verse in a line,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Y'all niggas #got #no #lines like a whole line of #cordless #open #phones

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Hahahahaha... oh crap, i split this bitch in half with one line in a rap,