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

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

And now your best friend's having kids

I'm chilling with jesus

Always knew where the pot was

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

You niggas need an upgrade, chilling through the breeze in window shade,

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Metronome, chilling with better whores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

They say that i never cease to amaze

Never fucking break,only chilling chase..

If i die before i wake

Chilling out in the shade

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

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