This is a song about "Waitin on it"

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitin to blow, oh no there ain't no fuckin light in sight

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

No patience never waitin condo in south cali no she bankin'

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Every day waitin like time don't past

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Man it goes on and on