This is a song about "Waiting in line"

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

I remember waiting for you eventually i cut the line

Jump in line and fight, n.y. to alabama,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

Waiting to see progression in each state man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Rivals must wait in line, like its scarcity/

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

In due time considered divine i designed this line