This is a song about "Holla my line"

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

I utter a line, my enzymes blasting,

Hating my macking, they asking

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I know you wanted a splash line so my splash line is this

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

I took my number, i waited in line

I'm took my number and i waited in line

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

My last line doesn't rhyme so it's a shitty paradox.

And i was about nine when i wrote my first line

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

The locomotive is off his tracks so holla back if my raps