This is a song about "Toulet seat"

I’m way harder than the concrete

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

You receive #visible scars ya body divided and sliced up in the back of a seat

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Who ever on the thrown about 2 lose ur seat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I dream we could sleep on one sheet, sit on one seat

African queen got what you need

I'm asleep in the front seat

Yelawolf shit with rittz and speakers in the back seat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat