This is a song about "Electric line"

Cable tv, electric methadone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Or generate the next line,

If they find that stash box just one time

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Through you under the avc line

I'm running out of time

No more waiting in a line

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

They talk say cool jew na the man

Turn off my electric fan

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

But my raps shock you just like an electric eel