This is a song about "Sitting the bench"

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Back then we were the best, sitting on that upper tier

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Sicker than the kids sitting, sipping antihistamines

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge