This is a song about "Chillin with my mates"

I know what it takes

I'm rapping for my mates

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

While working on my mistakes

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,