This is a song about "Standing in line"

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Never listened to his mom, but always stayed in line

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

But one things for sure, you're next in line!

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

And just came to realize that she's standing in a crowd

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

I'm took my number and i waited in line

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

In due time considered divine i designed this line

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign