This is a song about "Chillin with the homie"

You're uncool like my mother kin

To the homie wit no discretion

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

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

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you