This is a song about "Chillin with my peeps"

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare

Now i must appease to offers that my peeps has brought us

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Peeps, i'm airing a vacuum commercial

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

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

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

Got tired of running from the police

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

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

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine