This is a song about "Get line"

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Get me in line with traditions well you know what?

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

But that was only one time

I perfect every line

You're still at the front of the line? dude, get on to the rear

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

My reign lulu's son shine

You'd be walking a fine line

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine