This is a song about "Line"

I took my number, i waited in line

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I cant think of the next line...

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

See if i ever crossed over that line

But have a meaning in each line

I'm running out of time

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

If this is the right time

Put 'em all in a line

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

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line