This is a song about "Sitting"

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

So there was this day i was just sitting

Sitting contemplating concentrating on if i

Now everybody put your hands up high

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

You all are just sitting ducks

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

Hoping that he's listening

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

But he don't rule a thing

Sitting spitting fire like i'm finna cremate//

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate