This is a song about "Line"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Shes just hopin for a quick line

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Optimus prime the way i transfigured this line

Your laying lives out on the line.

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Let them sail to finish line,

Save some, save none at the same time

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Amounts to crap you had in every line