This is a song about "Hang"

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

We hang at school and chat every night

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

She acting all extra

I like to hang out with laura,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

We on a world tour, wale your man

My homie always down to hang,

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head