This is a song about "Chillin in the park"

Thought it'd be easy, just a walk in the park, no

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm chillin' in this hood

My nigga, no hook

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Split her carcass, such darkness to me is like a walk in the park, miss

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart