This is a song about "Line"

If they find that stash box just one time

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

Chasing money in the city of crime

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

I cant think of the next line...

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Your laying lives out on the line.

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

See if i ever crossed over that line

Or generate the next line,

Private plane, my seat recline