This is a song about "Sit on the pussy"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

You lost as soon as you showed up at the gate with that pussy hole on your face

Timeout, sit on the floor

So tell me why are we at war

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Sit him on the floor, and if he get to bitching,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Living out of a homeless shit

But the more i sit on it

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

They be on my pussy im the one they adore nigga

I'm on the pursuit of pussy and i know

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow