This is a song about "Bench warmer"

What is hittin' for

And i'm not feeling warmer

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

See, not only am i colder, i'm also getting warmer

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

Or something that you paid for

My ak leave ya a lil warmer