This is a song about "Get line"

You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Your laying lives out on the line.

You reflect in this heart of mine

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

If this is the right time

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Beef: i hammer mine

Almost at the finish line

But that was only one time

Or generate the next line,