This is a song about "Chilling on a sofa"

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Chilling out in the shade

A damn innocent bystander chilling with her friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

Sitting deep stuck to your seat like your comfy sofa,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/