This is a song about "Bench"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

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

I'm making moves, check my french

Be the little kid crying on the bench

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

From the bench to the ball

Mirror mirror on the wall