This is a song about "Hang out with me"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Well if you bout it mahh/ then come hang with me

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

Peabody street venturing off georgia

I like to hang out with laura,

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

With out you following me in the car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Someone told me to hang in, then handed me a noose