This is a song about "Line"

Till i shine at the finish line/

But check out how i roll mine

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Amounts to crap you had in every line

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

She prefer the dutty wine

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Can you faggots keep up line for line

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

You'd be walking a fine line

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

You shine like a mothafuckin dime