This is a song about "Comfy chat"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

Ive had three girlfriends on roulette of chat

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

And that's to live comfy and always feelin loved ain't it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

My flow is picturesque, picture this like snap chat

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

We hang at school and chat every night

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Straight harmonious chit chat about