This is a song about "Standing in line"

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Anyway i'm standing in the alleyway

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

It’s the feeling that keeps us standing in the hallways flowing and

But have a meaning in each line

Save some, save none at the same time

Yeah bitch this date's done

Standing in the kitchen

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I know these youngins, they embody every verse in a line,

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

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

Never listened to his mom, but always stayed in line

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

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

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out