This is a song about "Line"

Private plane, my seat recline

I perfect every line

Welcome to organized crime

You'd be walking a fine line

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

But that was only one time

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

I took my number, i waited in line

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

See if i ever crossed over that line

No more waiting in a line

Until the end of time