This is a song about "How when im sad i sit on the toliet"

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I pray the lord my guns to keep

When i spit on the beat,

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Is when i sit back and wait for the drugs to pile

But its hard to understand how i can sit there and take the judgment

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,

But the more i sit on it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I am the illest mother fucker when im on the track, uh

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga