This is a song about "Not chilling with your boys"

I put these poems all in these songs

Metronome, chilling with better whores

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

It messes with your head, it makes you someone that your not,

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

A damn innocent bystander chilling with her friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents