This is a song about "Hang wit me"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Just hang with me a minute, and i'll show you what can be

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Fuck wit me and your guaranteed to get whacked,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Dont play wit me before you get sprayed