This is a song about "Line brother"

My records sell, yes sir

To my own fucking brother

Let them sail to finish line,

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Broke back brothers, you a faggot ass brother

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

No more waiting in a line

Or generate the next line,

Until the end if time

Corduroys, cam will shine

Put 'em all in a line

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

We're made for each other

Lost ma mother and my brother