This is a song about "Speckin is chill"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

The jiggas and the tips

Chill son, five more minutes

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Chill with that shit we you can't spit

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My talent should take me places i've never been

I just wanna chill, but my evil twin