This is a song about "Speck is chill"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Chill son, five more minutes

I need a beat thats so slow and cold its chill,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Chill with asap and get get lit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Chill with that shit we you can't spit

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Your girl look like she need to chill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

My dream is to chill with all of the stars