This is a song about "Chillin wit my niggas"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

This black snake moan is somethin' to suck bitch

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Im just chillin, confessin my guilt for killin the game

How come my toothpaste says don't swallow wen i'm brushin wit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

When it comes to spitting that fire

Try to get wit my style

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

Then i'll maneuver 'n' twist / with my peculiar wit

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Promise me you won't step out of line

Just my chillin paradigm