This is a song about "Cut the line"

Private plane, my seat recline

I cant think of the next line...

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

I cut the crap recklessly

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Yeuh i had a lotta strugglin, so keep off the line

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow