This is a song about "Sat"

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Whilst i'm sat here gettin paid, laid on the bed

So i sat back and argued for u case

Driving my car to a foreign place

Was the feeling, when i sat down and wrote this lately

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Have you ever sat up late thinking about life

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Sat there just taking my lumps

He dont want the diamonds

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Sat up for 3 days staring at the wall my friends like