This is a song about "Line"

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Chasing money in the city of crime

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Let them sail to finish line,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

See if i ever crossed over that line

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

But have a meaning in each line

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

You exert your mind with every spurted line