This is a song about "Chilling with homies"

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I see past there bullshit and there lies, plans bsckfires,im chilling with my manz getting higher

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Metronome, chilling with better whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins