This is a song about "Chilly"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And i hate the chilly weather

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Heavy breaths slowing heart now my skin is gettin chilly

The cold wind blows to my skin it felt chilly

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

And, everybody getting envy cause they see me chilly

My flow kinda chilly because i be spitting that snow

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though