This is a song about "Last line"

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

You reflect in this heart of mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

But have a meaning in each line

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Your laying lives out on the line.

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

No more waiting in a line

But that was only one time

Put 'em all in a line

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine