This is a song about "Line"

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

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

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Put 'em all in a line

Would look at us all the time

Let them sail to finish line,

You reflect in this heart of mine

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Till i shine at the finish line/

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

See if i ever crossed over that line

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line