This is a song about "You sit there stone faced"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Bitch sit down over there imma hit that shit later

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Strutting my stuff while yo sit there

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

Yet all you do is stay home, beat your dick, and sit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

While you sit there doing nothing acting like a bitch

Doesn't matter if ya like to chatter i climb ladders bowls fucks over and sit there

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware