This is a song about "Line"

Put 'em all in a line

I'm running out of time

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Your laying lives out on the line.

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Shes just hopin for a quick line

But have a meaning in each line

Private plane, my seat recline

I cant think of the next line...

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

Let them sail to finish line,

Westside, bitch i run mine