This is a song about "Chat"

I don't chit chat and do the same shit that my hater would

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

Like a small garage in your backyard

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

To when we used to chat, wondering

We hang at school and chat every night

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Always ask to video chat first, and always suspect the worst,

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

And that maybach, let me take em way back

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat