This is a song about "Waiting in line"

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

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

Never listened to his mom, but always stayed in line

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

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

No more waiting in a line

My reign lulu's son shine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

I took my number, i waited in line

I'm took my number and i waited in line

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine