This is a song about "Cut the line"

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

I remember waiting for you eventually i cut the line

Your laying lives out on the line.

You better get yours fore i reach mine

For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I'll cut him like he's walking in the lunch line slow

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time