This is a song about "My clothing line"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Im just trying to stay in line, with sign that my life is slipping

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

I'm took my number and i waited in line

My last line doesn't rhyme so it's a shitty paradox.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Maybe my next line could be fuck the bloody po po

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

I utter a line, my enzymes blasting,

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

I can feel your heart beating fast

When that kid said a line that touched my past

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

I took my number, i waited in line

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild