This is a song about "Cut the line"

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Till i shine at the finish line/

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

I cant think of the next line...

Cause, i need that one good time

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Talking of the gods you serve

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

I'll vaporize ya body, the past has passed, i'm past the line,

So let's have a toast, everything fine

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line