This is a song about "Sat words"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Until i sat back and realized it was fucking me

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Sat down to talk to a mad scientist

I remember when we sat in the kitchen, no criticism

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

But he just sat us down and told us to respect

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

We sat down and she told me her memo

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I was little so i just sat back

This is why her nigga mad