This is a song about "Lawn chair"

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Insubordinate for good reason

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

He's wheezing out of breath i guess il be taking the chair

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Kicked the chair out, just sit tight

Throw your gun in tha air

Get me up off this chair

December 4th a star was born

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Turn around and then you flip your hair