This is a song about "Sit the bench"

They can’t even come around

"i'm the best so sit down"

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Sit back and ingest the truth//

Sit here all day, watch the news?

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

So sit down and listen to the beat

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life