This is a song about "Line"

Let them sail to finish line,

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

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

Huh, got to get better with time

See if i ever crossed over that line

I perfect every line

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Or generate the next line,

If they find that stash box just one time

And just in time your head is mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Amounts to crap you had in every line

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine