This is a song about "The homies chillin"

Cougar chillin at the crunch and munch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

I was just trippin' and chillin' with winnie the pooh,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Im just chillin, confessin my guilt for killin the game

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

We chillin at the park, smokin blunts, dont give a fuck

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

People love hodgy i hate you though

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit