This is a song about "When you have to wait in a long que"

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

I'll split your brain in two, you won't have a clue what happened to you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Yeah they seen my report card but they've yet to hear my rapping ah...

You admit ya have to amire when i spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" ha!

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Emotions from me to you soon rap will be true, just wait til i give the que,

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Connive when your rep you have to reminisce

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

I got soul, there's more in store

But you don't have to wait anymore

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

A long list of teasing and beatings have come to this