This is a song about "Me and my gs chilling"

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

Hit it til your make up missing

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

See me every night chilling with all of my friends

V2: maybe she's chilling with rich kids and i can't compete

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Times when we were young kids chilling thinking we were wise men, so let me tell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Bitch, they call it motor city

My friends and fam hear me,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Me and my friend blastin' off