This is a song about "All on the line"

I'll laugh it off and pass it off as i walk by with a dime and wine to dine and wine like i won

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Sign on the dotted line before i insert all the verbs,

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

They cut like wolverine on the line of albino gunpowder

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all i need's a line,

Guess im ahead of my time

Almost at the finish line

Your laying lives out on the line.

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Through you under the avc line

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

I’m inclined with women who come on they time