This is a song about "Seat"

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Spark that shit, lean back in seat

Last of a dying breed

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I feel like i'm stuck like i'm sitting in the center seat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Who ever on the thrown about 2 lose ur seat

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Head hancho got my seat back

I said i got my ass beat

I'm jumpin out my seat

I'm asleep in the front seat

Nightmare on any street