This is a song about "Go back to the bench"

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

I go back to the time when i just chilled,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

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

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

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Wish to go back to the memories that sheen

No, i need to go back, no i can't go back. i can't go back!

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I wish that rap would go back to the days of pac and biggie but

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Could go back in the time and

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Go back to the past and remember what asked: