This is a song about "Seat"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Head hancho got my seat back

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I dream we could sleep on one sheet, sit on one seat

Who ever on the thrown about 2 lose ur seat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

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

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I relinquish tha seat

Glad its you and not me stuck up there in the hot seat.

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'm asleep in the front seat

The drug that they brain need

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat