This is a song about "Chilling with the dup men"

New york, va, dc, get paid

Chilling out in the shade

I had never fit in with the men.

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

See me every night chilling with all of my friends

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Chilling in the valley with sally eating lobster in an alley

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Never really been into the ice

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips