This is a song about "Line"

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

See if i ever crossed over that line

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

But most of the time

No more waiting in a line