This is a song about "Line"

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

But that was only one time

You exert your mind with every spurted line

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Guess that means you can never be mine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

Your laying lives out on the line.

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

See if i ever crossed over that line

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