This is a song about "Being left hanging"

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

Hanging all over the place.

Baby got that super bass

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

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.

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

Lets come up to my city

Low hanging fruit that was me

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring