This is a song about "Line"

Your laying lives out on the line.

Guess that means you can never be mine

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

I perfect every line

Shit, see that thing there was mine

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

I took my number, i waited in line

Almost at the finish line

Corduroys, cam will shine

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Till i shine at the finish line/

Shes just hopin for a quick line

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign