This is a song about "Line"

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Your laying lives out on the line.

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

I took my number, i waited in line

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Or generate the next line,

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Until the end of time

But have a meaning in each line

Lady g, willy b in time

See if i ever crossed over that line

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line