This is a song about "Hangin out"

I just write that right by a mic stand

Hangin out the window, i might get the blast

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt

Dick her down kick her out

I must go like fly route

Get up out out my way

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

While i rock out with my cock out

The coldest bout to show out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud