This is a song about "Sat"

Remember that night when you sat alone in your car?

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Was the feeling, when i sat down and wrote this lately

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

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

I always sat at the back of the bus

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Until i sat back and realized it was fucking me