This is a song about "Chill and blood"

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

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

So am going to chill and go thru life's rap.

And bijies like im out and

You're our own flesh and blood/

Chill with asap and get get lit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

But got comma’s in my statement

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I left the fucking place and sat in my car and took a chill pill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Or know what its about

And watch ya blood drip out