This is a song about "Line up"

Let them sail to finish line,

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Corduroys, cam will shine

Or generate the next line,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Put 'em all in a line

You can't twist this im in line so vertical, down some, up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

No more waiting in a line

Would look at us all the time

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

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

Everybody finger point in your direction