This is a song about "Chillin with my mates"

I'm rapping for my mates

It’s something that’s in your veins

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Huh, i can't interpret her

But my mates said i'm a loser

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace