This is a song about "Chillin on the bay"

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

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

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

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Do it fast or your plane's gonna crash, smashed by the bay

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way