This is a song about "Just chillen"

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

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

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

With such an ugly picture in it and

So i just do my best to remain true and just

I ain't fighting, i'm just rhyming, ain't dying, just writing,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Of yourself now everyone just

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

But it's still cool just to dream man because

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

You're just history

What them tippers don't see