This is a song about "Chillin at the toolbox"

Just get drunk all the time, until i'm chillin real nice

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

If they ain’t talking bout paper

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

I'm chillin' in this hood

My bitches fuck me good

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo