This is a song about "Chillin at the toolbox"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

I ain't tryna diss you

We just chillin with crew

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Cougar chillin at the crunch and munch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage