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

If you try to hang with me you should see the true me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Come hang with the greatness.

We don't ever make love

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet