This is a song about "Bench"

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

Be the little kid crying on the bench

I'm making moves, check my french

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

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

I can't control my rage,cause i still tied with my pledge

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

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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