This is a song about "Fiinnish line"

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

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Shes just hopin for a quick line

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

And just in time your head is mine

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

I shine, you shine, so we shine

I cant think of the next line...

Your laying lives out on the line.

Westside, bitch i run mine

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

I perfect every line

Let them sail to finish line,

18 months? please, that ain't facing time