This is a song about "The chills"

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills

My skills kill 'till i spill acidic chills using these abilities

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Bills to pay, hungers growing, chills run down my spine like snowing

I got a slight obsession-of watch your face while ya moaning

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Gave me the chills, now i only search deals.

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I'm sending chills back to the time water steals

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Big said it, more money more ills

And these shape-shifting hoes

The more battles the better the flows