This is a song about "Line"

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

No more waiting in a line

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

But have a meaning in each line

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Or generate the next line,

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Westside, bitch i run mine

I cant think of the next line...

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line