This is a song about "Get your hands out of your pockets and sit down"

Calm down, and talk out your ambitions with me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'll break both of your legs and throw you down the stairs,

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Yet all you do is stay home, beat your dick, and sit

The world looking out, they on the front row

Sit down, take out a pencil and take some notes bro,

Just sit about eating your life of pi,

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Ill throw a rock in your hands then get a deal

A born starter, in the game for real

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Fuck all of this, lemme just get sit down and breathe maybe get some weed,