This is a song about "Can t hang with the homies"

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Raising bars, till i don't think you can hang with it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And i've seen the other people you hang with, they treat you terrible,

I was raised to bump the illest shit, not a gangstewr but im certified hang with killers bitch

Some day i'm going to be kick it with queen elizabeth being filthy rich.

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda