This is a song about "Line"

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Let them sail to finish line,

But check out how i roll mine

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

Can you faggots keep up line for line

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

But have a meaning in each line

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

I took my number, i waited in line

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Through you under the avc line

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

See if i ever crossed over that line