This is a song about "Slope of the line"

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

The lack of one, but your first line fore told

Or generate the next line,

But most of the time

Chasing money in the city of crime

But for me this song makes end of the line

You're the punch line of every rhyme that i spit.

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit