This is a song about "Line"

You exert your mind with every spurted line

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

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

I perfect every line

I'm running out of time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Shes just hopin for a quick line

And just in time your head is mine

Almost at the finish line

You'd be walking a fine line

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine