This is a song about "Across the line"

It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Let me put my funk on this one time

Almost at the finish line

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Chasing money in the city of crime

Your laying lives out on the line.

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

For serial killings across the world.

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Optimus prime the way i transfigured this line

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

I got family spread out across the country

I just want somebody i can see