This is a song about "Line"

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Amounts to crap you had in every line

You reflect in this heart of mine

I cant think of the next line...

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Save some, save none at the same time

Shes just hopin for a quick line

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Let them sail to finish line,

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

But the same deposition take it every time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

You exert your mind with every spurted line

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine