This is a song about "Sitting on the toilet"

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Sitting contemplating concentrating on if i

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

My shirt, purple label my shirt

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Yet he tried to flush me down the toilet?

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

Straight into the toilet, his head gets used for plunging

●mm mm i'm sitting on the world like i own it/

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Now this is what i call an evening

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything