This is a song about "Sit in my face"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

I can finally rest in piece and sit in my wooden chair.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

I wish i could see your face behind this screen as i sit in my castle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

So i'll sit here in purgatory, waiting for my morning glory,

I sit in my chair and never make a peep

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

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

I sit in my desk looking at this white pad

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone