This is a song about "Line"

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Let me put my funk on this one time

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

I'm running out of time

Or generate the next line,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

But have a meaning in each line

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Let them sail to finish line,

I got a part time

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,