This is a song about "Date line"

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

I perfect every line

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

You'd be walking a fine line

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Or generate the next line,

She prefer the dutty wine

No more waiting in a line

Save some, save none at the same time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Cause when i see two fags on a date

And that was when i was in the eighth grade