This is a song about "Chillin wit the bros"

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Kid! i’m so dope wit’ the flow

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

Im just chillin, confessin my guilt for killin the game

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

So if it comes down, may the best man win

To the homie wit no discretion