This is a song about "Chillin and smoking"

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Smoking weed and listening to rap

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking