This is a song about "Line"

Uh, well, don't waste time

Let them sail to finish line,

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

You exert your mind with every spurted line

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

You reflect in this heart of mine

Your laying lives out on the line.

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Till i shine at the finish line/

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

She take two man one time

But have a meaning in each line