This is a song about "Netlix and chill"

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

And mind meld them to the beat and then stop chill and go repeat.

Down the road was my favorite spot to chill and shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

I wanna invite all my best friends and family, so we can all chill and have our own fantasy,

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Gotta chill and be cool when i'm calling to them honeys

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt