This is a song about "Clintons hairline"

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

But the man on the edge who's willing to fall,

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

I took my number, i waited in line

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

No more waiting in a line

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Shes just hopin for a quick line

Lady g, willy b in time

Corduroys, cam will shine

Let them sail to finish line,