This is a song about "Chillin at the toolbox"

I'm running out of time

Just my chillin paradigm

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Cougar chillin at the crunch and munch

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Ey you can bet your ass i'm chillin'

You ain't gon find that

Take her where the couch at

We chillin at the park, smokin blunts, dont give a fuck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened