This is a song about "Chillin with the crew"

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Fuck with with me i'll get my whole crew,

Chillin with presidents name barack

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Thinking you're all big with your little crew,

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Hope you partake when you're with the whole crew

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you