This is a song about "Line"

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Until the end if time

No more waiting in a line

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

Put 'em all in a line

It's check out time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Save some, save none at the same time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

But have a meaning in each line

Can you faggots keep up line for line

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time