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

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Who takes out people like you

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

I took my number, i waited in line

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

People tryna get a line in the bathroom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

If you ever feel alone and

What's in line, man? who to trust?!

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school