This is a song about "Line"

Till i shine at the finish line/

Chasing money in the city of crime

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Your laying lives out on the line.

I took my number, i waited in line

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

I cant think of the next line...

Let me put my funk on this one time

Put 'em all in a line

My gold rollie tell time

Optimus prime the way i transfigured this line

But the same deposition take it every time

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

You exert your mind with every spurted line