This is a song about "Line"

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

I took my number, i waited in line

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Chasing money in the city of crime

Till i shine at the finish line/

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

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Almost at the finish line

3 times, show me your peace sign

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine