This is a song about "Holla my line"

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Bitches this is my mic, spittin every line tight

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I utter a line, my enzymes blasting,

I put my heart on the line and you took the bait

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

The truth of my blood line is unknown

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

While you debatin' a resign from gettin' cooked from my previous line.

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