This is a song about "Line"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

I perfect every line

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Beef: i hammer mine

Let them sail to finish line,

Chasing money in the city of crime

I took my number, i waited in line

See if i ever crossed over that line

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Shes just hopin for a quick line

And just in time your head is mine

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

My hypothesis is drawn fine line