This is a song about "Just chillen"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You're just history

It's the left-handed, right-brained, just insane, just insane

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Chillen with brothers, blacks and crakers, im not racist i just call em how i see em,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Then some lady named billie holiday

Just get paid, just another day

Of yourself now everyone just

She got me caught up in the moment

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling