This is a song about "Last line"

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Your laying lives out on the line.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

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

I hope to see your face again but til then here's the last line

Lady g, willy b in time

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Or generate the next line,