This is a song about "Line up"

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

See the state line? pack, grab that pass and drive up to canada/

Let them sail to finish line,

Me love you long time

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

I perfect every line

Uh, well, don't waste time

I got to line these bitches up, put 'em in some tidy rows,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I'm just here to have a good time

Can you faggots keep up line for line