This is a song about "Thots on my line"

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

I took my number, i waited in line

I utter a line, my enzymes blasting,

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

Let me put my funk on this one time

Your laying lives out on the line.

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

I know you wanted a splash line so my splash line is this

We're on the line, and you're mine, i'm yours, it'll be alright if you stay by my side

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you