This is a song about "Sitting the bench"

Now this is what i call an evening

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

Intricate visions within when i'm sitting gripping the pen

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Sitting in the bathroom expecting the director

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping