This is a song about "Fine line"

Can you faggots keep up line for line

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Almost at the finish line

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Would look at us all the time

But no worries its fine

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Let them sail to finish line,

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

With a memory so fine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine