This is a song about "Sat words"

He sat in his room talkin to his walls like

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Until i sat back and realized it was fucking me

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Sat down to talk to a mad scientist

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Sat there just taking my lumps

Real light jab to opponents

Went to school and sat in the back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy