This is a song about "Chill air"

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Og like the prince of bel air,

Poke out from behind her

So i chill like danny glover/

Your girl look like she need to chill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

With that weed in the air

No, not on top but down there

Chill son, five more minutes

She likes the way it hits her lips

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill