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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Calm down, and talk out your ambitions with me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

So don't sit there and wait, write the shit out of your pen, and levitate...

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Sit down listen and take your seats

Get on your knees and bow down to me

I got bigger problems baby

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat