This is a song about "Hang wit me"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

Where's the other bitch that was here ridin wit me?

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

La'mare, his brother said hang in there my little solider things will get better believe me

Don't matter if you do beat me down,i'll rise and come at you wit a surprise

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And i spank dat ass. you aint fuckin wit me.