This is a song about "Sit in my face"

All i do is write when i sit in my dismay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

I sit in my desk looking at this white pad

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

In the face of any heathen believing that he's achieving my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

You think i sit back and hide my face

I pulled out my mace and sprayed freddy in the face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Face your fate of serving in my servitude