This is a song about "Sitting in the time out chair"

The trigger or the chair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Pass the pot, sitting in my throne like its camelot

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

In a high chair so much i make all the toddlers jealous

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Okay now listen, sitting here taking in the different aspirations of life,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Sit your ass down in the chair, spare you life for a couple more seconds