This is a song about "Line"

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Welcome to organized crime

Put 'em all in a line

See if i ever crossed over that line

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Almost at the finish line

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Guess that means you can never be mine

I cant think of the next line...

Or generate the next line,

You reflect in this heart of mine