This is a song about "Line"

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

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

I took my number, i waited in line

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

Private plane, my seat recline

Corduroys, cam will shine

Put 'em all in a line

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

See if i ever crossed over that line

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Till i shine at the finish line/

She take two man one time

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line