This is a song about "Bench warmer"

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

My ak leave ya a lil warmer

And there's little to be glad for

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Talkin texas 100 im talking av summers are deafnetly warmer

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her