This is a song about "Hank says chill"

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

Look back at stuffs and says-

Yes sir, please confess

Every indication says i need observation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

She says it, you do it

That's aids to the ill

Called up yo girl to come chill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

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

I was on my sway shit

Chill with that shit we you can't spit