This is a song about "Chillin with the crew"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Come with ya gas you’ll leave with a dead crew,

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Chillin with a few ..millions for charity