This is a song about "Sat words"

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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Sat down to talk to a mad scientist

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

We sat down and she told me her memo

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Sat up all night with a poltergeist smokin' crack