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

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

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

I'll put dond in a line with his subordinate persons

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And uniting in line within a microphone's mind set

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

I never saw another person look at me a different way,

I seen y'all in person you had a look in your eyes as if your were hurting

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

At the minute i'm getting paid like a hot line

And just in time your head is mine

Almost at the finish line

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

But have a meaning in each line