This is a song about "Line"

If this is the right time

Your laying lives out on the line.

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

I took my number, i waited in line

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

Put 'em all in a line

Private plane, my seat recline

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Amounts to crap you had in every line

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Uh, well, don't waste time

You'd be walking a fine line

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

I perfect every line