This is a song about "Sat words"

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Sat back skinned up its just another lazy day

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Apartment with a wife and kid sat waitin'

This is what i sat and cried to,

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

So i sat back and argued for u case

I remember when we sat in the kitchen, no criticism

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

He sat in his room talkin to his walls like

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Sat there just taking my lumps

Real light jab to opponents