This is a song about "Chilled day"

With these macs i've got a bad habit

You guys chilled at the smoke pit

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Maybe try again some other day

But i dont never play

I’m tested every day

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

I go back to the time when i just chilled,

Mom relaxed, dad chilled, we all had it better

Good love then i can do that for her

Its time for judgment day

Hit you from a block away

You went to the grandstand chilled for a while

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

With chilled feet i just grinned and started to key things