This is a song about "Line"

I perfect every line

I got a part time

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

I took my number, i waited in line

Your laying lives out on the line.

Would look at us all the time

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Till i shine at the finish line/

I'm just here to have a good time

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Shes just hopin for a quick line

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Amounts to crap you had in every line