This is a song about "Big chair"

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Executive chair sitting decisions made

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Kicked the chair out, just sit tight

Take her on a long ride