This is a song about "Line"

Save some, save none at the same time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Almost at the finish line

Westside, bitch i run mine

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

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

I cant think of the next line...

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

You exert your mind with every spurted line