This is a song about "Sat"

The critics are calling me conscious

I always sat at the back of the bus

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat