This is a song about "Chilling"

Arrive at the building, around 9 am smoke a cigarette just chilling,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

3 homies chilling making classics

She likes the way it hits her lips

I'm chilling with jesus

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

They say them colors must be fake

Chilling out in the shade

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Metronome, chilling with better whores

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

You can find me chilling up on the podium,

I only got one rule, no kissing

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.