This is a song about "Chill"

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill

So i chill like danny glover/

That damier bag i bought her

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I need a beat thats so slow and cold its chill,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

My talent should take me places i've never been

I just wanna chill, but my evil twin

Preaching to the choir though

Chill nigga, with that live life flow,

Called up yo girl to come chill

That's aids to the ill