This is a song about "Strait line"

Uh, well, don't waste time

No more waiting in a line

Evil carrots don't play, came strait from the clay

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Donkey? bitch yous a strait up jackass

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

Let them sail to finish line,

Save some, save none at the same time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

3 times, show me your peace sign