This is a song about "Chillin"

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Chillin with presidents name barack

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Eight minutes, i aint kidding; i make great lyrics and stay chillin'.

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Cougar chillin at the crunch and munch

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Never will i ever utter never to myself

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.