This is a song about "A person skipping in line at cafeteria"

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Lady g, willy b in time

Almost at the finish line

Grown men never should bite their tongue

But hey i'm not a person

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

But have a meaning in each line

Cut beats, i'm a fucking word surgeon

You cant handle me in person,

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

And uniting in line within a microphone's mind set