This is a song about "Sit on me"

I don't sit on a barstool, i use a golden throne

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I am here forever so listen to me, come here sit

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

Then some lady named billie holiday

Than sit on the damn curb the whole day

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Come sit next to me yeah we should cuddle

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I often sit at home daydreaming about reading on farms