This is a song about "Clintons hairline"

At the same damn time

You'd be walking a fine line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

See if i ever crossed over that line

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Put 'em all in a line

Or generate the next line,

But check out how i roll mine

To dream is to live life’s full potential

I'm prone to being accidental,

Your laying lives out on the line.

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Till i shine at the finish line/

Been a star since i was back in one time

And just in time your head is mine

I cant think of the next line...