This is a song about "Cut the line"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Fresh out the cut without the surgery

Your laying lives out on the line.

Guess im ahead of my time

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Rhyming fast,out of breath..bolt to the finish line

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Through you under the avc line

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Three times cause fate had my side

Cut the fuckers up black or white

They cut like wolverine on the line of albino gunpowder

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for