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

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

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

I know these youngins, they embody every verse in a line,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Imma a dangerous person

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

But one day in the cafeteria she sat alone, so i walked up and took a seat,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

The same shit over and over it's like a record skipping

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

But these rogue corrupt cops go and stop me in a line,