This is a song about "Stay chill"

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My ill rhymes, will chill spines/

All the time with this glock of mines

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

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

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

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

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Smoke some, chill out everything comes with time

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

They tell me i need to chill