This is a song about "Maxflix and chill"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I'm sick of getting walked on when i choose to chill and lie.

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

I just chill like cheech and chong

Haven't seen the world in so long

I wanna say hi, but im too shy, so i just chill and sit here on standby,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry