This is a song about "Being left hanging"

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

Im being pulled left and right

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Hanging all over the place.

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Low hanging fruit that was me

It was just another party