This is a song about "Face sitting"

You all are just sitting ducks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Sitting back, we enjoy the wait,

I'm sitting in this fucking chair

I'm love stoned and i could swear

And my only fear's a wedding ring

You'll find her slitting her writs, sitting,

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Sitting there in his bed,

If your man want to bet