This is a song about "Sitting at bus stop"

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

'cause even when i'm sitting on my ass, i'm at a war too

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

She came at me at full speed, nothing could stop her

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Stop running your mouth and make your pen start sitting

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone