This is a song about "Bench"

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

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

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

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

If i throw this paper, your bitch gon’ fetch

Be the little kid crying on the bench

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor