This is a song about "Clintons hairline"

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

If they find that stash box just one time

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

At the same damn time

I cant think of the next line...

The sky is looking bluer,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

Go like i never seen a red light shine

I was born to do the damn thing

The clock is still racing