This is a song about "3 homies chilling making classics"

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling.

Im destroying all these rappers who think they can spit classics.

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I'm chilling with jesus

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

These were three greatest emcees to bless a mic with classics

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

3 homies chilling making classics

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Remixing classics, bringing back the old school flow/

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Homies could get they dividends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests