This is a song about "Chilling on a sofa"

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

Where you feel most at home never can be alone chilling with a blunts hug

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling.

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

We rest on the sofa

Who knows what the

Piccolos playing, while a nigga just chilling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string