This is a song about "Line"

Till i shine at the finish line/

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Optimus prime the way i transfigured this line

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Let them sail to finish line,

She prefer the dutty wine

See if i ever crossed over that line

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

You exert your mind with every spurted line

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,