This is a song about "Chillin with the homie"

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

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Just sittin chillin like a villian with my family.

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

We just chillin with crew

Knowing that i need you

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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