This is a song about "Chillin wit the bros"

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

All these 12 year old bros turning into hoes, its so bad i feel like calling the

Im just chillin, confessin my guilt for killin the game

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Icy kash, wit the dope shit

To the homie wit no discretion

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I'm never faded though

Kid! i’m so dope wit’ the flow

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and