This is a song about "Line"

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Your laying lives out on the line.

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

No more waiting in a line

See if i ever crossed over that line

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Shes just hopin for a quick line

3 times, show me your peace sign

Would look at us all the time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,