This is a song about "Dead line"

You'd be walking a fine line

She prefer the dutty wine

I perfect every line

And just in time your head is mine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Chasing money in the city of crime

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Been a star since i was back in one time

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Even when my dreams are dead

Holla out my set

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time