Contextual Analysis of "chyeah" in Lyrics

yeah

huh

can we run away for the night

summerscape and my tummy's straight over ice yeah

you always gotta think everything happens for a reason

everybody make mistakes

pay close attention

fresh out the kitchen with crack

if you wanna find me

i'd rather be

chris childs

and i'm smoking that good

stones whiter than cocaine

gassed up off propane

clothes ain't hit the floor yea

hands round a bad bitch waist like a corset

she got booty shots a notch

i fucked my own hoe and probably yours too nigga

nobody can tark for free

i don't walk with piece

start

aye. juiceman in this motherfucker. bosses take losses

they chances probably slim

that was forbes on the lines

eveything i lost jesus gave back

and that's the essence of grace

d-block

let's go

start

mustard on the beat