This is a song about "Sitting"

Stop running your mouth and make your pen start sitting

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Okay man you do the drop

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

You know i stick to the script

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Sitting spitting fire like i'm finna cremate//

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait