This is a song about "Standing in line"

Standing in the kitchen

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'm always standing alone in this endless game, watching

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Anyway i'm standing in the alleyway

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Grab a few kids put they asses up in line

But check out how i roll mine

No more waiting in a line

Doesn't try and keep her crazy kids in fuckin line,

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine