This is a song about "Lawn chair"

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

We slept on the lawn, together, when the weather was warm

I said hey, you right there

I'm sitting in this fucking chair

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Office chair big just like a throne

Only time you've seen green is when you mow your lawn

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Metal chair is imperative

This is how she want to live

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

You get money from mowin-the lawn