This is a song about "Chillin and getting high"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

These rappers say they getting high, but these niggas below me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows