This is a song about "Line"

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Your laying lives out on the line.

Through you under the avc line

Guess that means you can never be mine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Almost at the finish line

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Shes just hopin for a quick line

Private plane, my seat recline

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line