This is a song about "Drum line"

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

You exert your mind with every spurted line

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I perfect every line

Private plane, my seat recline

My gold rollie tell time

Shes just hopin for a quick line

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Till i shine at the finish line/

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

The songs were so dumb, hearin' them almost blew off my ear drum.

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

Lady g, willy b in time

You'd be walking a fine line