This is a song about "Chilly"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Benny was spitting filthy, c-cee was breathing chilly

It's gettin chilly, i'm set to 0 degrees, sign your fees,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

And i hate the chilly weather

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

And, everybody getting envy cause they see me chilly

It gettin chilly back in philly so i grabbed me the gin/

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Heavy breaths slowing heart now my skin is gettin chilly

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly