This is a song about "Lawn chair"

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Road to success headed to the chair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Fuck for a hour then im gone,chop shit up im mowing the lawn,

Huh, got to get better with time

Drunk in love,grab a chair drinking wine

Office chair big just like a throne

Little latasha sho' grown

Metal chair is imperative

Had i not been exposed to these things

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

You get money from mowin-the lawn

Executive chair sitting decisions made

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid