This is a song about "And hanging out with the homies repping northside"

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,