This is a song about "Sat words"

So i sat back and argued for u case

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I was little so i just sat back

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

To get them niggas while they laid back

Sat up all night with a poltergeist smokin' crack

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Sat there just taking my lumps

Sat down to talk to a mad scientist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist