This is a song about "People who cut in line"

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

But check out how i roll mine

No more waiting in a line

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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

But in people eyes i'm just a residence who never gonna be right.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

They cut like wolverine on the line of albino gunpowder

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

People tryna get a line in the bathroom

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Who takes out people like you