This is a song about "Line"

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Cause, i need that one good time

Your laying lives out on the line.

Put 'em all in a line

I'm just here to have a good time

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I cant think of the next line...

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

No more waiting in a line

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Huh, got to get better with time