This is a song about "Speck is chill"

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Called up yo girl to come chill

For real, a nigga ill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Your girl look like she need to chill

Chill with asap and get get lit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

I just wanna chill, but my evil twin

You just working with the scraps you was given