This is a song about "Chillin wit the bros"

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

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

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

We chillin at the park, smokin blunts, dont give a fuck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I only got a few bros like the ventures