This is a song about "Speckin is chill"

Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I just wanna chill, but my evil twin

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

I'm gon remember her, but still

They tell me i need to chill

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Chill with that shit we you can't spit

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Chill with asap and get get lit

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

My dream is to chill with all of the stars