This is a song about "Chilling wit ma niggas"

Chilling out in the shade

They say them colors must be fake

For ma niggas who died through seeking asylum

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And men'll chase love

I'm chilling with jesus

I put these poems all in these songs

Metronome, chilling with better whores

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

3 homies chilling making classics

Piccolos playing, while a nigga just chilling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And all know ma niggas be all in the sealing

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.