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

Come hang with the greatness.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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

And don't be mad just because i've grasped my potential and you haven't savage,

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

I do this for the homies that are not with you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"