This is a song about "Chillin with my girls"

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

With all that crap, he still gets his girls

Part of me though, is searching for answers

We just chillin with crew

I call em up, they might fall through

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

It ain't nothin' better than a passionate woman