This is a song about "Crusin on the oacen chillin on the wave waterskiing"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

' alright, already, the show goes on

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

Yeah, look here i pay dues

You cant grab on whats on the news

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Take a ride on the wave, the energy won't last

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley