This is a song about "Line"

You better get yours fore i reach mine

I took my number, i waited in line

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

But have a meaning in each line

I cant think of the next line...

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

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

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Westside, bitch i run mine

Till i shine at the finish line/

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Corduroys, cam will shine

I perfect every line