This is a song about "Chill air"

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

I used to be the most humble until

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill

My ill rhymes, will chill spines/

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

You appear as if you care

With that weed in the air

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

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

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill