This is a song about "Last line"

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

No more waiting in a line

If they find that stash box just one time

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

With this one last line, ill add the cap to the pen

Your laying lives out on the line.

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Private plane, my seat recline

I perfect every line

Or generate the next line,

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine