This is a song about "Line"

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

You'd be walking a fine line

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

See if i ever crossed over that line

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

If they find that stash box just one time

I took my number, i waited in line

I cant think of the next line...

She prefer the dutty wine

Your laying lives out on the line.

Welcome to organized crime