This is a song about "Chillin on the bay"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck