This is a song about "Chill for the m"

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Down the road was my favorite spot to chill and shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Influenced by black hippy but i rep the east you fuck boys need to chill more

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

And i'm still hurtin over pops