This is a song about "Sit in my face"

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I sit in my chair and never make a peep

I pulled out my mace and sprayed freddy in the face

They say that i never cease to amaze

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

All i do is write when i sit in my dismay

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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