This is a song about "Relaxing"

Anxieties attacking me, and nothing is relaxing me.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

As i sit here wishing for those relaxing dreams,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Me and my microphone could be one

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun