This is a song about "Chill and weed"

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

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

Indubitably i'm too street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

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

Down the road was my favorite spot to chill and shit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

But for now i'll just chill lay back watch and sit