This is a song about "Line"

At the same damn time

Put 'em all in a line

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

But have a meaning in each line

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

My gold rollie tell time

Let them sail to finish line,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

You exert your mind with every spurted line

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

And just in time your head is mine

Shes just hopin for a quick line