This is a song about "Chilling"

Chilling in full bandos because

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Metronome, chilling with better whores

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

You can find me chilling up on the podium,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Hottest record label, but still in all i'm chilling

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Hop off the bus

I'm chilling with jesus