This is a song about "Line"

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Your laying lives out on the line.

You exert your mind with every spurted line

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Almost at the finish line

If this is the right time