This is a song about "A chat"

Spit a poem or a diss

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Cause me nd you bout to have a lil' chat

When that money calls i holla back

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

These bitches talkin reckless and im not wit that chit chat

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

We hang at school and chat every night

Which you know i'm different, right

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill