This is a song about "Chill relax"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

And hope i don't need good drugs to relax,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Why you crying? i promise ill take my time, relax

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Eat 'em like halloween candy when i lay down and relax

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Now i sit back, relax! it's so stressful

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

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

Called up yo girl to come chill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

So calm ya tits sit back and relax