This is a song about "Sit in"

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit

Young money motherfucker we the shit

I sit back in my rags

He just get her bigger bags

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

I like rollin' with friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Then sit empty in hell

Dmv they know me well

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Let me just sit in between them,