This is a song about "Holla my line"

Reddit will only understand when they read it, the first line, not my last line,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Maybe my next line could be fuck the bloody po po

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

I'm took my number and i waited in line

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

I'm took my number and i waited in line

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all i need's a line,

When that kid said a line that touched my past

I just write that right by a mic stand

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

The truth of my blood line is unknown