This is a song about "Sits"

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

While he sits on his throne and think he's king

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Or i could lick at da split where your clit sits and tongue flip it.

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

But more importantly taught me to pray

Let diego speak when he sits down to play

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

We know you're just a lone kid, who sits in the dark