This is a song about "Hang out"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

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

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

I like to hang out with kate,

I'm everything that they call nice

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Rip out your vocal chords then hang you with em, c'mon yall ready for a show?

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Don’t you be holding back

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters