This is a song about "Hangin out with freinds"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Fight your wrongs, pick em out with tongs,

Switch gears like stick shifts

With out swaying shifting limps.

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

With out doubt i wont back out

I've got nothin' to worry about

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

Im no longer alive with out you,

It's really not an issue