This is a song about "Chillin wit the bros"

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

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

I only got a few bros like the ventures

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Double mg not to mention

To the homie wit no discretion

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Than hit you wit the ko like ali

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

I was just trippin' and chillin' with winnie the pooh,