This is a song about "Line"

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

But have a meaning in each line

My gold rollie tell time

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Or generate the next line,

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Almost at the finish line

If they find that stash box just one time

No more waiting in a line