This is a song about "Seat"

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

The attacks just started fucker so pull up a seat.

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Spark that shit, lean back in seat

The drug that they brain need

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

You will do anything to get in the driving seat

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

But one day in the cafeteria she sat alone, so i walked up and took a seat,

I'm jumpin out my seat

Last of a dying breed

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep