This is a song about "Chill in the back woods with my homies"

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Niggas is working forever my bars

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

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

My skills are elevating, chill but devastating, burning with the fire that hell is blazing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Attack raps with the knife in the back

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

While i chill with the crew. wake up in the morning having learned a life lesson