This is a song about "Cut the line"

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Optimus prime the way i transfigured this line

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Stop the camera, cut, its over

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Fresh out the cut without the surgery

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My gold rollie tell time

I cant think of the next line...

He say, she say, oh my god

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Me and you i think we should ride

Cut the fuckers up black or white