This is a song about "Being social chair"

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

The next day you is everybody target

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Believing the screens or anything there

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Metal chair is imperative

It's a beautiful bliss

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

He's wheezing out of breath i guess il be taking the chair