This is a song about "Chill sandwiches"

For real, a nigga ill

They tell me i need to chill

Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill

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

Smoke some, chill out everything comes with time

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

I just chill like cheech and chong

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

So i chill like danny glover/

And let them lames get your old number