This is a song about "Dope chill"

Chill son, five more minutes

I be giving work to the kids

That's cause all my shit dope

Used to find dope in his coat

So i chill like danny glover/

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

That's aids to the ill

They tell me i need to chill

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Chill with that shit we you can't spit

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

I need a beat thats so slow and cold its chill,

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill