This is a song about "Hang out with us"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

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

My all gold rolly or the

I like to hang out with laura,

I'm feelin' a little skeptical who i hang out with

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Can we still hang out? still talk kiss hug and fuck?

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters